They crawled out through the mud, and hauled up their boats to safe places along shore.

Then, each man looking to his own weapons, they came together under the cover of the willows.

Dunwody again addressed them.
"We must slip across there, seventy or eighty yards or so, and get under the side of her before they know we're here," he said in low tones.

"Let no one fire a shot until I order it.

If there's going to be any shooting, be sure and let them begin it.