Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whitesFenn, George Manville
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Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whites
Fenn, George Manville
Africa -- Fiction; Hunting stories; Travel -- Fiction
There was the loud report of the rifle, and then all that was visible
was the slowly rising smoke.
"Missed him, sir?" cried Mark excitedly.
"Seems like it, my lad," was the reply, and the doctor opened the breech
of the piece to slip in a fresh cartridge. "But I only had a glance,
and--"
"Oh, murder!" cried Dan. "Here, let me get out of it," and he scrambled
from the hole, for the doctor's words were silenced by a rushing sound,
and through the fainter growing smoke were visible the writhings of a
great serpent whose head seemed to have turned its tail into a huge whip
with which the reptile had begun to thrash about in all directions,
leaving no doubt about the doctor's shot having had effect.
"Shouldn't like to be licked with such a flogger as that. My eye, Buck,
messmate, fancy what it would be if he had nine tails! But look out,
everyone; let's get to the top of the wall before he comes out among
us."
Bang!
For just when the heavy blows delivered around the sides of the hole
were at their height the doctor fired again, his shot being followed by
a rush on the part of the serpent, which flung itself out of the
excavation, scattering its enemies in different directions as they made
for shelter from the startling assault.
"Fire again, doctor! Fire again!" cried Mark, from half way up the
wall.
"I want a chance first," was the reply, from the top of the heap that
the men had formed. "He's making for the other side of the enclosure.
Well, I suppose I must follow him up."
"Take care," said Sir James, who as it happened had made for where a
couple of rifles were leaning against the wall. "Let me come with you."
"And me," cried Dean, who possessed himself of the other piece.
"Yes, but where do I come in?" said Mark. "Here, Buck, run to camp and
get another rifle."
"No, no," said Sir James. "Three of us are too many. Here, what does
the dwarf mean?" For the little fellow, who was making his way along
the crumbling top of the wall, suddenly stopped short and mutely
answered Sir James's question by pointing with his spear to where the
bushes were thickest. "We shan't be able to see it there," continued
Sir James.
As if the pigmy understood his words, he dropped down quickly, joined
the doctor, gave him an intelligent glance with his piercing dark eyes,
and then, spear in hand, made his way through the bushes to the other
side of the clump in which, the wounded serpent had sought for shelter.
"You had better leave it to me to finish the work," said the doctor,
following the little black.
"Yes," said Mark. "Too many cooks spoil the broth."
"Snake soup," said Dean, laughing; "and I don't know that I want to go."
"I do," cried Mark. "Here, hand over that rifle."
"Shan't. I want to defend myself. Get behind me, if you are afraid."
"You wait," cried Mark sharply.
"Quiet, there!" cried Sir James. "No one but the doctor is to fire. I
don't want the beater to be injured amongst those thick bushes."
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