Torches flared, there was the sound of running footsteps, and dusky figures appeared at the river's bank.
"Pull, Sol! Pull!" exhorted Henry again.

"We're not yet out of range!" Shots were fired and bullets pattered on the water but none reached the boat.

They heard angry cries, imprecations, and they saw one figure apparently giving commands, which they were sure was that of Francisco Alvarez.
"Now if they had our Kentucky rifles and real marksmen," said Shif'less Sol, "they could pick you an' me off without any trouble.

Thar's light enough.

But with them old bell-mouthed muskets they can't do much.