Then followed a rapid exchange of firing for some five minutes; but the
advantage was all on the side of the settlers, who had the greater part
of the cover; and upon a sharp dash being made with clubbed guns, after
the convicts had fired, and before they had time to reload, a fierce
hand-to-hand struggle ensued, in which more than one settler fell
beneath the outlaws' knives; for they fought desperately, like rats at
bay, till, one by one, they were beaten down; till the remainder
sullenly threw away their arms, and suffered themselves to be bound.
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STORY THREE, CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
JUST IN TIME.
Immediately after the victory over the convicts, all attention was drawn
to the ledge; but not before the wounded had received the needful
attention, careful arrangements being made to prevent farther danger.
But there was a manifest repugnance exhibited amongst those present to
attempt to mount the ledge, whose silence terrified the men who had but
a few minutes before faced death by rifle and knife; but at last, stern
and rugged of brow, John Lawler laid down his gun, and, with much
difficulty, made his way up to stand upon the ledge, peering forward
into the rift for a few moments, and then, stifling the sob which rose
from his breast, he turned sorrowfully, and pointed to the rough green
rope yet lying by; and, upon its being thrown up, he held one end, while
a couple of his companions climbed to his side.
"The savage isn't dead," said one, kneeling by Wahika's side, and laying
a hand upon his breast.
Carefully making the rough rope fast round him, they lowered the savage
down; when, with the tears dimming their eyes, the three stout-hearted
men stood gazing upon the couple before them, till they were reverently
lowered down in the same way, to be received in the arms of Mr Meadows,
who then knelt anxiously, rose hastily to fetch water and dash it in
their faces, and afterwards tried to force some between their teeth.
"No hope, sir," whispered Lawler sorrowfully, as he watched his
proceedings.
"Mr Lawler," was the stern reply, "it is our duty on this earth never
to be too soon disheartened. I have hope here; and I pray heaven that
that hope may not be vain."
In spite of his weakness, Mr Meadows was now unceasing in his efforts
to restore animation to those who had been found upon the rocky ledge.
For a time, though, all his toil seemed vain. It was a hard battle,
too; for he who ministered was more fit to receive ministrations.
At last, though, there was a faint sigh from Katie's lips; and, soon
after, a few muttered, unmeaning words from Murray told that the flame
of life still burned feebly.
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