So some seconds passed, till suddenly Joyce whipped up his musket and fired. The report had scarcely died away ere it was repeated and repeated from without in a scattering volley, shot behind shot,like a string of geese, from every side of the enclosure.Several bullets struck the log-house, but not one entered; and as the smoke cleared away and vanished,the stockade and the woods around it looked as quiet and empty as before. Not a bough waved, not the gleam of a musket-barrel betrayed the presence of our foes.
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