With a great heave I pulled the boulder down into the pool.

It made a prodigious splash, sending a shower of spray over Laputa and the Collar.

In cover of it I raced up the shelf, straining for the shelter of the juniper tree.
A shot rang out and struck the rock above me.

A second later I had reached the tree and was scrambling up the crack beyond it.
Laputa did not fire again.

He may have distrusted his shooting, or seen a better way of it.