"The ruffians are firing, each on his own hook, for there is no order among them," added Levi, as he heard several shots.
The plantation force could now be just seen, marching down the road, by the light of the enemy's torches. The random shots from the ruffians were continued, and it was evident that each man was his own commander.
"Colonel Belthorpe will not stand that sort of thing for any great length of time," Levi remarked, as his eyes and ears gave him further information in regard to the situation on the other side.
"They say chance shots sometimes do the most mischief, or I have read it in some story," said Deck. "I hope one of them will not hit father."
"Of course any one of us is liable to be hit while this game is going on. Perhaps you had better go into the fort, for this fire will soon attract the enemy's attention," suggested the overseer.
"When you get ready to go in we will go in with you," replied Artie.
"There is no need of exposing all three of us to the changes of a shot."
"Then one of us boys will stay out, for you are nearly twice as big as either one of us, and therefore twice as likely to get hit," laughed Deck.
"There!" exclaimed Levi, without noticing the remark, "now there will be music in the air!"
"What is it? I don't hear anything," added Deck.