On the Pampas; Or, The Young SettlersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pampas (Argentina) -- Juvenile fiction
The preparations were soon made and it was agreed that Mr. Hardy
and Hubert should go the rounds alternately with Charley and
Fitzgerald. As a usual thing, the Indian attacks take place in the
last hour or two of darkness. Mr. Hardy thought, however, that an
exception would be made in the present case, in order that they
might get as far as possible away before any pursuit took place.
The wives of the peons lay down to sleep on the straw which had
been thrown down for them. The men sat outside the door, smoking
their cigarettes and talking in low whispers. Mrs. Hardy was in her
room; Ethel kept her company, Maud dividing her time between them
and the top of the tower, where Mr. Hardy, Fitzgerald, and the boys
were assembled in the intervals between going their rounds.
At about ten o'clock there was a sharp bark from one of the dogs
fastened up by the fold, followed up by a general barking of all
the dogs on the establishment.
"There they are," Mr. Hardy said. "Charley, bring the mastiffs
inside, and order them, and the retrievers too, to be quiet. We do
not want any noise up here, to tell the Indians that we are on the
watch. Now, Fitzgerald, you go to the sentries behind the house,
and I will go to those in front, to tell them to fall back at
once."
This mission was, however, unnecessary, for the eight peons all
arrived in a minute or two, having fled from their posts at the
first barking of the dogs, and without obeying their orders to send
round to each other to give notice of their retreat.
Mr. Hardy was very angry with them, but they were in such abject
fear of the Indians that they paid little heed to their master's
words, but went and huddled themselves together upon the straw in
the sitting-room, remaining there without movement until all was
over. Terence was now recalled from the gate, which had been his
post.
"Did you hear anything, Terence?"
"Sure, your honor, and I thought I heard a dull sound like a lot of
horses galloping in the distance. I should say that there were a
great many of them. It seemed to get a little louder, and then it
stopped."
"That was before the dogs began to bark, Terence?"
"About five minutes before, your honor."
"Yes. I have no doubt that they all dismounted to make the attack
on foot. How quiet everything is!"
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