"Lie down and aim at the front of that boat, a little short if anything.

It doesn't matter if the bullets strike the sea first." He placed the weapon in readiness for her and commenced operations himself before Iris could reach his side.

Soon both rifles were pitching twenty shots a minute at the sampan.

The result of their long-range practice was not long in doubt.

The Dyaks danced from seat to seat in a state of wild excitement.