Very well.

The enemy must start the dreadful game about to be played.

They had thrown the gage and he answered them.

Four times did the Lee-Metford carry death, unseen, almost unfelt, across the valley.
Ere the fourth Dyak collapsed limply where he stood, others were there, firing at the little puff of smoke above the grass.

They got in a few shots, most of which sprayed at various angles off the face of the cliff.