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 general barking of the dogs had now ceased: sometimes one or
another gave a suspicious yelping bark, but between these no sound
whatever was audible. The door was now closed and barred; candles
were lighted and placed in every room, thick cloths having been
hung up before the loopholes in the shutters, to prevent a ray of
light from escaping; and the windows themselves were opened. Mr.
Fitzgerald, the boys, and Maud took their station on the tower, Mr.
Hardy remaining with his wife and Ethel, while Terence and Lopez
kept watch in the other apartments. The arrangements for the
defense were that Mr. Fitzgerald, Lopez, and Terence should defend
the lower part of the house. There were in all six double-barreled
guns--two to each of them; and three of the peons more courageous
than the others offered to load the guns as they were discharged.
Mr. Hardy and the boys had their place on the tower, from which
they commanded the whole garden. They had the long rifle, the
carbines, and four revolvers. Mrs. Hardy and the girls took their
place in the upper room of the tower, where there was a light.
Their rifles were ready in case of necessity, but their principal
duty was to load the spare chambers of the carbines and pistols as
fast as they were emptied, the agreement being that the girls
should go up by turns to take the loaded ones and bring down the
empties. Sarah's place was her kitchen, where she could hear all
that was going on below, and she was to call up the ladder in case
aid was required. And so, all being in readiness, they calmly
awaited the attack.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE INDIAN ATTACK.
For nearly half an hour the occupants of the tower remained without
hearing the smallest sound. Then there was a slight jarring noise.
"They are getting over the fence," Mr. Hardy whispered. "Go down
now every one to his station. Keep the dogs quiet, and mind, let no
one fire until I give the signal."
Over and over again the clinking noise was repeated. Cautious as
the Indians were, it was impossible even for them to get over that
strange and difficult obstacle without touching the wires with
their arms. Occasionally Mr. Hardy and the boys fancied that they
could see dark objects stealing toward the house through the gloom;
otherwise all was still.
"Boys," Mr. Hardy said, "I have changed my mind. There will be
numbers at the doors and windows, whom we cannot get at from here.
Steal quietly downstairs, and take your position each at a window.
Then, when the signal is given, fire both your revolvers. Don't
throw away a shot. Darken all the rooms except the kitchen. You
will see better to take aim through the loopholes; it will be quite
light outside. When you have emptied your revolvers, come straight
up here, leaving them for the girls to load as you pass."
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