The great broad face of the rock, gray from its covering of minute ash-colored lichens, was toward the pursuers, and shone white as marble in the flood of moonlight.

The darkness seemed banked up around him, but within his arm's length it was as light as day.

The long rifle barrel reached from the darkness into the light, past the corner of the rock against which it rested.

The bright rays made the little "bead" near the muzzle gleam like a diamond, and lighted up the slit as fine as a hair in the hind-sight.

Three little clicks, as if of twigs breaking under a rabbit's foot, told that the triggers had been set and the hammer raised.
The horsemen, much scattered by the pursuit, clattered onward.