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An
hour
passed
away
.
"
Hang
them
!
"
said
the
captain
.
"
This
is
as
dull
as
the
doldrums
.
Gray
,
whistle
for
a
wind
.
"
And
And
just
just
at
at
that
that
moment
moment
came
came
the
the
first
first
news
news
of
of
the
the
attack
attack
.
.
"
If
you
please
,
sir
,
"
said
Joyce
,
"
if
I
see
anyone
,
am
I
to
fire
?
"
"
I
told
you
so
!
"
cried
the
captain
.
"
Thank
you
,
sir
,
"
returned
Joyce
with
the
same
quiet
civility
.
Nothing
followed
for
a
time
,
but
the
remark
had
set
us
all
on
the
alert
,
straining
ears
and
eyes
--
the
musketeers
with
their
pieces
balanced
in
their
hands
,
the
captain
out
in
the
middle
of
the
block
house
with
his
mouth
very
tight
and
a
frown
on
his
face
.
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
.
"
Did
you
you
hit
hit
your
your
man
man
?
?
"
"
asked
the
captain
.
"
No
,
sir
,
"
replied
Joyce
.
"
I
believe
not
,
sir
.
"
