It still carried the original load, a large bullet with plenty of gunpowder behind it.
The sounds were repeated and they were nearer.

They were like a long drawn p-u, p-u, p-u.

The tone was of indescribable ferocity.

Ned was brave, but he shivered all over and there was a prickly sensation at the roots of his hair.

He felt like some primeval youth who with club alone must face the rush of the saber-toothed tiger.