But for myself, I confess I had no scruples in covering the man who carried the lantern.
The effect of our volley was amazing.

The villains had barely grounded their arms, and were proceeding leisurely, with their eyes still upturned to the shattered windows, to reload, when we let fly.
My man fell back with a yell, so did one of the others.

The rest yelled in chorus, and stood a moment stupified.

Quick as thought I pulled my strings right and left, and completed their consternation by a flank fire, which, had it been aimed by a marksman, could not have been more decisive.

For one other of the party fell without even a cry, and at the same moment the rest rushed gasping and stumbling over one another down to the boat.
It was the shortest battle I ever took part in.