You reload, and keep on exchanging guns.

I'm a soldier, and will do the fighting.

I meant to run and leave our dinner, undignified as it may be; but hang me if I do at the sight of a half-naked savage with a spear." "But there must be a whole tribe of them behind, sir," whispered Mark.
"Yes; that's the worst of it.

But never mind, I'll pepper their skins, and perhaps that will stop them.

But look here, my boy, if matters begin to look very ugly you are not to hesitate for a moment." "Yah!" A pause.
"Yoy-oy-oy-oy!" This last in a different tone, but both yells were of a most savage, highly-pitched nature.
"Another of them," whispered the major; and then, as the sounds were repeated faintly a long way off, "There's the main body coming on.
Mark, my lad, never mind me.