The shooting was wild in the extreme; many of the balls went over the place altogether; others topped the wall and fell in the town; some hit the wall and buried themselves in the clay.
"We will give them a lesson," Mr.Goodenough said, "in the modern rifle.
Frank, you take my double barrel rifle and I will take the heavy, large bored one.

Your Winchester will scarcely make accurate firing at five hundred yards." The Houssas were already on the wall, anxious to open fire.

Mr.
Goodenough saw that their rifles were sighted to five hundred yards.
The cannon offered an easy mark.

They were ranged along side by side, surrounded by a crowd of negroes, who yelled and danced each time a shot struck the wall.
"Now," Mr.Goodenough said to the Houssas, "fire steadily, and, above all, fire straight.

I want every shot to tell." Mr.Goodenough gave the signal, and at once Frank and the Houssas opened fire.