He peered through the fog, looking for a chance to fire, forgetting the wet ground, and the rain which was fast soaking him through and through.

He was concerned only to keep his rifle and powder dry.

Two flashes on his right showed that the defenders were already replying.
"We cannot go much farther, Dagaeoga," whispered Tayoga, "or we will be among them.

I shall take this stump just ahead." "And I the one beside it.

I don't mind admitting that a thick stump between you and your enemy is a good thing." He sank down behind his chosen bulwark, and stared through the fog.
The flashes of fire continued, but they were on his right and left, and nothing appeared directly in front of him.