"To the rescue!" A smart pull of the oars sent the boat up to the rocks.

Raed and Kit and Wade sprang out, cocking their muskets; Donovan followed with one of the oars; and I seized the boat-hook, and started after them.
Palmleaf was tearing down toward the water, running for his life.

He had lost the musket.

Seeing us, he set up a piteous howl of terror.

He had distanced his pursuers a little.