Before I could list any more sights unique to our planet, the 7-mm machine gun, down at the boat, began hammering; a short burst, and then another, and another and another.
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THE BEACON LIGHT
We all said, "Shooting!" and, "The machine gun!" as though we had to tell each other what it was.
"Something's attacking them," Cesário guessed.
"Oh, there isn't anything to attack them now," Abe said. "All the critters are dug in for the winter. I'll bet they're just using it to chop wood with."
That could be; a few short bursts would knock off all the soft wood from one of those big billets and expose the hard core. Only why didn't they use the cutter? It was at the boat now.
"We better go see what it is," Cesário insisted. "It might be trouble."