Nevertheless no more of our men appeared, though a musket was fired at us from the brushwood, followed by an irregular volley.  At the whiz of the bullets, though they passed well above us, I threw myself on the bottom of the boat; but the firing had the opposite effect on the bos’n’s mate, for, cursing horribly, he raised himself and seized an oar.  Dommett had already done likewise, and before the volley could be repeated we were well out of range, though throughout the whole time we were under fire the man still kept his pipe firmly between his teeth.