They know that, and will certainly give up the chase.

I think they have given it up already, but it is well to make sure." "I wonder why they did not fire at us," remarked Nigel.
"Probably because they felt sure of catching us," returned the hermit, "and when they recovered from the confusion that Moses threw them into we were lost to them in darkness, besides being pretty well beyond range.

I hope, Moses, that you aimed low." "Yes, massa--but it's sca'cely fair when life an' def am in de balance to expect me to hit 'im on de legs on a dark night.

Legs is a bad targit.

Bullet's apt to pass between 'em.