I think they'll open fire pretty soon now, because the night is growing uncommon bright.

The stars are so big and shining, and there are so many of them they all look as if they had come to a party.

Flatten yourselves down, boys! I can see a figure kneeling by a bowlder and that means one shot, if not more." They lay close and Robert was very thankful now for the logs they had dragged up from the water, as they afforded almost complete shelter.

The crouching warrior farther up the stream fired, and his bullet struck the hollow above their heads.
"A better aim than they often show," said Willet.
More shots were fired, and one buried itself in the log in front of Robert.

He heard the thud made by the bullet as it entered, and once more he was thankful for their rude breastwork.