But my feelings are hurt.

That bullet, fired by some mill hand who probably never pulled a trigger before, just grazed the top of my head, but it has pumped enough out of my veins to irrigate my face with a beautiful scarlet flow." "The mill hands may never have pulled trigger before," said Harry, "but it looks as if they were learning how fast enough.

Down, Tom!" Again the smoke and fire burst from the forest, and the bullets whined in hundreds over their heads.

Two heavier crashes showed that the cannon were also coming into play, and one shell striking within the fort, exploded, wounding a half dozen men.
"I suppose that everything happens for the best," said Langdon, "but having got into the fort, it looks as if we couldn't get out again.
With the help of the earthwork I can hide from the bullets, but how are you to dodge a shell which can come in a curve over the highest kind of a wall, drop right in the middle of the crowd, burst, and send pieces in a hundred directions ?" "You can't," said St.Clair, who appeared suddenly.
He was covered with dirt and his fine new uniform was torn.
"What has happened to you ?" asked Harry.
"I've just had practical proof that it's hard to dodge a bursting shell," replied St.Clair calmly.

"I'm in luck that no part of the shell itself hit me, but it sent the dirt flying against me so hard that it stung, and I think that some pieces of gravel have played havoc with my coat and trousers." "Hark! there go our cannon!" exclaimed Harry.