Bullets from both sides pattered on leaves and bark, and the shouts of besieged and besiegers mingled, but the members of the force on the cliff kept their eyes resolutely on the water.
"The canoes are moving again," said Tayoga.

"They are coming a little nearer.

I see Frenchmen in some of them and presently they will try to sweep the bank with their rifles." "Our bullets will carry as far as theirs," said the hunter.
"True, O, Great Bear, and perhaps with surer aim." In another moment puffs of white smoke appeared in the fleet, which was swinging forward in a crescent shape, and Robert heard the whine of lead over his head.

Then Willet pulled the trigger and a warrior fell from his canoe.

Black Rifle's bullet sped as true, and several of the rangers also found their targets.