There the second nearest sentinel fired at him and he heard the bullet flatten itself against the stone.
Fortunately for Ned, the silent, thoughtful lad, he had often tried to imagine what he would do in critical junctures, and now, despite the terrible crisis, he was able to take control of his nerves.

He remembered to pull the sombrero down over his face and to keep close to the pyramid.

The shots had caused an uproar in the camp.

Men were running about, lights were springing up, and officers were shouting orders.

A single fugitive among so many confused pursuers might yet pass for one of them.