It probably went over him at no great height.

The creature paused from his bloody feast, looked round, and then ran off a few rods, and stood sniffing for some moments, but soon came back to the seal.

Whether it was the report, or the noise of the ball whirring over, which had startled him, was not very evident.
"Not an overcoat!" laughed Raed.
"It's my turn now," said I, uncovering my _smaller_ cannon.

"I'll make the next bid for that overcoat." I put in a little less than half a gill of powder this time, and wrapped a thin patch round the ball to make it fit tightly.

It was all we could do to drive it down.