The report was sharp and loud; but it caused no uneasiness or inquiry in the fort, owing to the fact that Indians invariably emptied their guns when coming into the town.
Hamilton's aim, although hasty, was not bad.

The bullet from his weapon cut through Father Beret's clothes between his left arm and his body, slightly creasing the flesh on a rib.

Beyond him it struck heavily and audibly.

Alice fell limp and motionless to the soft wet ground, where cold puddles of water were splintered over with ice.

She lay pitifully crumpled, one arm outstretched in the moonlight.