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They were very shy, and kept several gunshots away. But their curiosity was great, and if a man would lie down on the ground and wave a flag or handkerchief tied to a stick till they noticed it, they would first gaze at it intently and then gradually approach. In this way they were often enticed by hunters to come near enough for a shot.
Above the scattering of Sniders could be heard the pumping of Brown's and McTavish's Winchesters all against a background of demoniacal screeching and yelling. "They've got them on the run," Harriwell remarked, as voices and gunshots faded away in the distance. Scarcely were Brown and McTavish back at the table when the latter reconnoitered. "They've got dynamite," he said.
Then all again was still. Her face was wet and warm with the spattered blood. Outside she heard the crackling of a burning house, then gunshots far away, and distant shouts. On tiptoe she went to the garret window, and peeped round its edge. Over the hills, quite near, she saw the men returning. One house was blazing the minister's. The Indians were retreating.
"In the plantation under the slope here close beside the path, and about two gunshots off the lane." "What have you done with it?" "Two of your fellows are fetching it along. I was going to ask you as a favour to let it lie here for the time while we follow up the search." "Of course you may. But who is it?" "An old man in sea clothes.
The air is full of noisy drumming, and of gunshots; for the prize-shooting is our great celebration of the day, and the drumming is chronic. My young barbarians are all at play.
The boat was again sent across the river. It returned laden with banners, arquebuses, swords, targets, and helmets. The Adelantado ordered twenty soldiers to bring over the prisoners, ten at a time. He then took the French officers aside behind a ridge of sand, two gunshots from the bank.
It was Margery who bethought her here of a sunken cart-road descending along the right of the ridge and crossed on its way by another which would lead us to the summit again and within two gunshots of the great earthwork.
On an August day in 1703 the people of the rugged little settlement of Wells were at their usual tasks when they heard gunshots and war-whoops. Indians had crept up to attack the place. They set the village on fire and killed or carried off some twoscore prisoners, chiefly women and children.
A nearer voice hail'd in answer. "Where's Reuben?" "Coming, Captain close behind!" "Curse him for a loitering idiot! We've wasted time enough, as 'tis," called back the Captain. "How in thunder is a man to find the road out of this cursed wood?" "Straight on, Cap'n you can't miss it," shouted another voice, not two gunshots below. A volcano of oaths pour'd up from Settle.
Everything was almost as vivid as if it were occurring again, and he could account for detail after detail in its logical sequence until he came to the two gunshots that had saved them. Who had fired the bullets? In any event, it was evident that they had effective friends outside the walls, and while he was still wondering about them he fell asleep. The siege the next day was desultory.
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