There was a thudding patter of lead upon the walls.

The hunter flung himself prostrate behind the bough framework that had served as bedstead.

It was made of spruce boughs, thick and substantial.

Wade had not calculated falsely in estimating it as a bulwark of defense.

Pulling his second gun, he peeped from behind the covert.
Smoke was lifting, and drifting out of door and windows.