A spattering of lead followed them.

They crossed the swale, running low, with not even one backward glance, and entered the woods beyond the corduroy.
Then the little party gathered at the tree.
"I'd better fix this saw so they can't be using it if they come back," said Freckles, taking out his hatchet and making saw-teeth fly.
"Now we must leave here without being seen," said the Bird Woman to the Angel.

"It won't do for me to make enemies of these men, for I am likely to meet them while at work any day." "You can do it by driving straight north on this road," said Freckles.
"I will go ahead and cut the wires for you.

The swale is almost dry.
You will only be sinking a little.

In a few rods you will strike a cornfield.