They are on the river side of the fire.

The breeze is carrying the fire the other way," answered Tom.
Three hours after the discovery of the fire found the Overland Riders still fighting, to all appearances, just as stubbornly as when they began.

Their faces were almost unrecognizable, blackened as they were with smoke and streaked with perspiration.

In places, their clothing showed black where it had been seared or scorched.

Emma Dean had, for the time being, forgotten to listen to the voices of nature, even though they were sizzling and roaring at her from the far-flung tops of the giant pines.
At the end of the fourth hour, a great tree came crashing down with a ripping, rending roar.