He leveled it at the fort and touched the trigger.

Simultaneously with his movement an embrasure opened and a cannon flashed, its roar flanked on either side by a crackling of British muskets.

Some bullets struck the fence and flung splinters into Oncle Jazon's face.

A cannon ball knocked a ridge pole from the roof of a house hard by, and sent it whirling through the air.
"Ventrebleu!--et apres?
What the devil next?
Better knock a feller's eyes out!" the old man cried.

"I ain't a doin' nothin' to ye!" He capered around rubbing his leathery face after the manner of a scalded monkey.