The charge had entered old Mrs.Payson's umbrella and knocked it out of her hand.

The old lady fancied herself hit, and fell backward, kicking energetically, and screaming "murder" at the top of her lungs.
The musket had done double execution.

It was too heavily loaded, and as it went off, 'kicked,' leaving Pomp, about as scared as the old lady, sprawling on the ground.
Henry Morton was only a few rods off when he heard the explosion.

He at once ran to the old lady's assistance, fancying her hurt.

She shrieked the louder on his approach, imagining that he was a robber, and had fired at her.
"Go away!" she cried, in affright.