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They again viewed me and as I was now holding in to get breath for a last rush, I looked round and saw them preparing for a volley. Determining to give them a snap shot I dodged about running at a good pace when they blazed at me. The bullet went through the skirts of my jacket — another striking a stone, a splinter from which struck old Bob in the stern at which he gave a pitiful yell which tickled my pursuers for they set up a loud laugh and let fly a second volley but without effect. Getting behind a wall I returned the compliment and farer, I pitched into one of them but I soon made off again — whether I had hit one of the party or they saw