It had but one window, a small one, looking up the valley.

Dick laid his gun on the sill, which was nearly level with his shoulder.
"I must wait until they get pretty close," he said, "for I am panting so that I can't keep the barrel steady, even with this rest." "I will kneel down outside," Surajah said.
"Mind, I will fire first, Surajah.

Don't you fire until they are within twenty yards of you.

By that time I shall have loaded again." Dick had more time than he had expected, for as soon as their pursuers saw them enter the hut, they slackened their pace considerably.

They were within about eighty yards, when Dick held his breath and standing, for a moment, immovable, took a steady aim and fired.
One of the men stumbled in his run, took a step or two forward, and then fell on his face.