"I'm off to look for the other," and before he could stop me I was gone.

For he needed all his men, and I believed I could manage alone.
Back across Hog's Back, past the old mill, through the fields by La Forge, and along the hill-path by Les Laches, and down the hill, slipping and stumbling, and into the Creux tunnel with only one fear--that I might arrive too late.
And I was only just in time.

As I ran in I heard them on the seaward side hauling at the timbers of our barricade; and with my chest going like a pump, and my hands all shaking with excitement, I drew Peter Le Marchant's cutlass and sent it lancing through the openings wherever a body seemed to be.
Sudden oaths broke out, and the work stopped.

I pulled out one of my pistols, shoved the muzzle through a hole and pulled the trigger, and still had wit enough to wonder what would happen if it burst, as Aunt Jeanne had hinted.
It did not burst, however, and the discharge provoked a further outburst of curses.

I drew the other, and fired it likewise, and stood ready with my cutlass for the next assault.