A wildcat, as yet superless, screamed its envy from a cliff a half a mile away.
"I can't heah anything of Aunt Debby an' the others," said Fortner, at length; "so I reckon they're clean over the mounting, an' bout safe by this time.

Them beasts are purty good travelers, I imagine, an' they hain't let no grass grow in under the'r hufs." "But the Rebels are coming, hand over hand," said Harry, who had been watching to the left and listening.

"I hear them quite plainly.

Yes, there they are," he continued, as two or three galloped around a turn in the road, followed at a little interval by others.
The metallic clang of the rapid hoof-beats on the rocks rang through the somber aisles of the forest.

Noisy fox and antiphonal wildcat stopped to listen to this invasion of sound.
"Quick! let's get in cover," said Fortner.
"Ye make fur thet rock up thar," said Fortner to Harry, pointing to a spot several hundred yards above them, "and stay thar tell I come.