That's right; fire away; I don't think we have much to fear from their gun.
Now, Mr Gregory, if you will examine that side, I'll look over this, and see if we have any weak points on our flanks, and then we'll prepare for our friends." A hasty look round right and left showed that, save after a long task of cutting down trees and creepers, no attack could be made on the flanks, while, on gathering together in the front, a strong low hedge of thorny bushes separated them from the coming foes--a breastwork of sufficient width to guard them from spear thrusts, while the defenders would find it sufficiently open to fire through.
Points of vantage were selected, and a careful division of the arms made, two of the men, in addition to their pistols, being furnished with the spears which had been thrown at Morgan, and were found sticking in the sand, with their shafts above water.
Small took possession of these, and handed one to Billy Widgeon.
"I'm the biggest, Billy, and you're the littlest," he said, "so we'll have 'em.

I don't know much about using 'em, but I should say the way's to handle 'em as you would a toasting-fork on a slice o' bread, these here savage chaps being the bread." "Or," said Billy, making a thrust through a bush, "like a skewer in a chicken.

Well, I'm a peaceable man, Mr Mark, sir, and if they let me alone and us, why it's all I ask; but if they won't, all I hopes is, as two on 'em'll be together, one behind the other, when I makes my first job at 'em with this here long-handled spike." "Now, my lads," said the major, who seemed to be enjoying his task, "just two words before we begin.

I'm going to tell you what's the fault of the British soldier: it's firing away his ammunition too fast.

Now, in this case, I want you to make every shot tell.