"It's the big fellow," roared a voice at his left. "Why don't you
fools shoot?"
He sprang backward, crouching lower, his one endeavor to draw their
fire, so as to protect her lying hidden among the rock shadows. He
felt nothing except contempt for those fellows, but he could not let
them hurt her. He stood up full in the starlight, shading his eyes in
an attempt to see. Somebody cried, "There he is, damn him!" A slender
figure swept flying across the open space like some dim night vision.
A red flame leaped forth from the blackness. The two stood silhouetted
against the glare, reeled backward as it faded, and went down together
in the dark.