They fired
a dozen shots, perhaps, but their rifles did not have the long
range of the Kentucky weapons, and again the bullets fell short,
causing little jets of water to spring up.
"They won't come any nearer, at least not for the present," said
Henry, "but will hang back just out of rifle range, waiting for
some chance to help them."
Shif'less Sol looked the other way, down the Susquehanna, and
announced that he could see no danger. There was probably no
Indian fleet farther down the river than the one now pursuing
them, and the danger was behind them, not before.
Throughout the firing, Silent Tom Ross and Long Jim Hart had not
said a word, but they rowed with a steadiness and power that
would have carried oarsmen of our day to many a victory.
Moreover, they had the inducement not merely of a prize, but of
life itself, to row and to row hard. They had rolled up their
sleeves, and the mighty muscles on those arms of woven steel rose
and fell as they sent the boat swiftly with the silver current of
the Susquehanna.
Mary Newton still lay on the bottom of the boat. The children
had cried out in fright once or twice at the sound of the firing,
but she and Paul bad soothed them and kept them down.
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