It would be a battle, not a battue.
The fifth Dyak crumpled into the distortion of death, and then their leader took deliberate aim at the kneeling marksman who threatened to wipe him and his band out of existence.

But his deliberation, though skilful, was too profound.

The sailor fired first, and was professionally astonished to see the gaudily attired individual tossed violently backward for many yards, finally pitching headlong to the earth.

Had he been charged by a bull in full career he could not have been more utterly discomfited.

The incident was sensational but inexplicable.
Yet another member of the band was prostrated ere the two as yet unscathed thought fit to beat a retreat.