"Ready!" The three muskets cracked.

A great _ta-yar-r-r_ and screeching followed the reports; under cover of which and the smoke we legged it for the boat, and, tumbling in, were shoved hastily off by Weymouth.
Before we had got twenty yards, however, the savages were on the bank, yelling, and throwing stones, several of which fell in among us; but we were soon out of their reach.
"That's what I call a pretty close shave!" exclaimed Donovan, panting.
"We couldn't have stood against them much longer," said Kit.

"I didn't suppose they had so much ferocity about them.

Those we saw down at the middle islands were kittenish enough." "These may belong to a different tribe," replied Raed.
Palmleaf, completely exhausted, lay all in a heap in the bow.

We pulled off to the schooner.