Over it all sounded Hal's voice:
"Corporal of the guard, post number three!"
Hal shot back the bolt of his rifle, dropping in a cartridge with fingers as steady as at drill.
"Corporal of the guard, post number three!"
The gate was too far away. Hal took the fence at a bound, carrying his cocked piece with him.
Straight to the growing corn the young private took his speedy way.
"Come out and show yourselves, or I fire at once," Private Overton shouted.
Crack! crack! Two pistol shots rang out from the corn patch.