But the rear of the fugitives was brought up by a squad of men moving much more leisurely, and with some show of order.

They did not plunge into the mass of men and animals and vehicles, and struggle with them in the morass which the road had now become, but deliberately picked their way along the sides of the valley where the walking was easier.

They saw Harry, and understood as soon as they saw, who he was.

Two or three responded to their first impulse, and raising their guns to their shoulders, fired at him.

A bullet slapped against the rock upon which he was partially leaning, and fell at his feet.