It seemed to him that he heard some sort of movement in the little rock house.
"Halt! Who goes there ?" he called out in a formula he had learned.
He got no answer, but he heard a thud as of a body dropping out of the window of the further side of the house, against the slope of the dam which lay above it.
He ran around the corner of the little building, rifle at the ready, only to see a scrambling figure, bent over, endeavoring to reach the top of the dam, where the smooth roadway ran from side to side of the great gorge.

That way lay no escape.

The sentry was across yonder, and would soon return.

This way, toward the east, a fugitive must go if he would seek any point of emergence from these surroundings.
"Halt! Halt there! Halt, or I'll fire!" cried Gage.

"Halt!" He called it out again, once, twice, three times.