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They knelt on the seat, and fired deliberately more
It’s winter, and the horses are pulling the sleigh over the snow and through the forest, with wolves in hot pursuit. The young people (teens?) in the back are firing their rifles at the wolves.
Annie dragged herself to her knees. ‘Give me a gin.’ she said, and the English boy gazed at her admiringly.
‘I say,’ he said, ‘you’ve got some pluck! I can shoot too, Dan.’
They knelt on the seat, and fired deliberately into the advancing mass, while Dan, leaping out, unfastened the heavy gates and flung them back.” (p. 296)