Looking across they saw that nearly opposite to them stood an Indian village, and that a number of redskins were running toward the edge.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Dave shouted.

"It is too far for them to shoot straight, but a stray bullet might hit us.

Push on, lads, with the ponies.

We will give them a shot or two.

Our rifles will carry that distance easy enough." The lads pushed on while the three miners opened fire.