He missed, but the shot for a moment suspended operations.
Again they came on, and again he fired.

This time he damaged somebody, for the trunk was dropped.
A voice gave orders, a sharp authoritative voice.

The battering squad dissolved, and there was a general withdrawal out of the line of fire from the window.

Was it possible that he had intimidated them?
He could hear the sound of voices, and then a single figure came into sight again, holding something in its hand.
He did not fire for he recognized the futility of his efforts.

The baseball swing of the figure below could not be mistaken.