Then the door was burst down, and one of them fell dead by a pistolshot.

Then they rushed in tumultuously, leaving one outside to mind the horses.

Then the terrified boy heard the dull sound of shots fired rapidly inside the building (pray that you may never hear that noise, reader: it always means mischief), and then all was comparatively still for a time.
Then there began to arise a wild sound of brutal riot within, and after a time they poured out again, and mounting, rode away.
Then the black boy slipt down from his lair like a snake, and stole towards the house.

All was still as death.

The door was open, but, poor little savage as he was, he dared not enter.