Hunter , take the east side , there . Joyce , you stand by the west , my man . Mr. Trelawney , you are the best shot -- you and Gray will take this long north side , with the five loopholes ; it 's there the danger is . If they can get up to it and fire in upon us through our own ports , things would begin to look dirty . Hawkins , neither you nor I are much account at the shooting ; we 'll stand by to load and bear a hand . '' As the captain had said , the chill was past . As soon as the sun had climbed above our girdle of trees , it fell with all its force upon the clearing and drank up the vapours at a draught . Soon the sand was baking and the resin melting in the logs of the block house . Jackets and coats were flung aside , shirts thrown open at the neck and rolled up to the shoulders ; and we stood there , each at his post , in a fever of heat and anxiety . An hour passed away . `` Hang them ! '' said the captain . `` This is as dull as the doldrums . Gray , whistle for a wind . '' And just at that moment came the first news of the attack . `` If you please , sir , '' said Joyce , `` if I see anyone , am I to fire ? '' `` I told you so ! '' cried the captain . `` Thank you , sir , '' returned Joyce with the same quiet civility . Nothing followed for a time , but the remark had set us all on the alert , straining ears and eyes -- the musketeers with their pieces balanced in their hands , the captain out in the middle of the block house with his mouth very tight and a frown on his face .
So some seconds passed , till suddenly XXXXX whipped up his musket and fired .
Gray Hawkins Hunter Joyce Trelawney fire first hour musketeers vapours