In front were Aunt Debby, Bolton and Edwards, riding abreast, and behind them three men in homespun.
The Rebels seemed totally unnerved by this startling apparition.

The dismounted ones flung themselves on their horses and all fled away at a gallop, without attempting to make a stand and without taking thought of their wagon.

As they scurried along the opposite mountain-side Fortner and Harry fired at them, but without being able to tell whether their shots took effect.
The pursuit was carried but a little distance.

The wagon was secured and taken up the mountain.

A little after midnight the summit was passed, and Fortner led the way into an opening to the right, which eventually brought up at a little level spot in front of a large cave.