He never knew where the bullet struck, but it certainly did not reach the mark he intended, for Arsenic merely increased the speed of his boat without even looking back.
So angry that he hardly realised what he was doing, Cabot cocked his pistol and attempted to fire again, but the lock only snapped harmlessly, and there was no report.

Then he remembered that he had expended several shots the day before in a fruitless effort to attract attention on board a distant vessel seen from the lookout, and had neglected to reload.
As he started for the cabin in quest of more cartridges he came into collision with White hurrying on deck.
"What is the matter ?" inquired the latter, as soon as he regained the breath thus knocked out of him.
"Oh, nothing at sill," replied Cabot, with ironical calmness, "only we've been played for a couple of hayseeds by a wooden-faced young heathen who don't know enough to go in when it rains.

In his childish folly he has gone off with the dinghy, taking our provisions along as a souvenir of his visit, and he didn't even have the politeness to look round when I spoke to him.

Oh! but it will be a chilly day for little Willy if I catch him again." "I am glad you only spoke," remarked White.

"When I heard you shoot I didn't know but what you had murdered him." "Wish I had," growled Cabot, savagely.