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
"Now is the time, boys. When I say halt, draw up and jump off, but
take very steady aim always at the nearest. Don't throw away a
shot. They are only a hundred yards off, and the revolvers will
tell. Don't try to use the second chamber; there is no time for
that. Use your pistols when you have emptied your carbines. Halt!"
Not five seconds elapsed after the word was spoken before Charley's
carbine rang out. Then came the sharp cracks of the carbines and
pistols in close succession. The Indians hesitated at the
tremendous fire which was opened upon them, then halted. The delay
was fatal to them. In little over half a minute the eighteen shots
had been fired. Five Indians lay upon the plain; another, evidently
a chief, had been carried off across the saddle of one of his
followers, who had leaped off when he saw him fall; and two others
were evidently wounded, and had difficulty in keeping their seats.
"Now, boys, change your chambers, and take a shot or two after
them," Mr. Hardy said as he again reloaded his rifle.
The boys, however, found by the time they were ready that the
flying Indians were beyond any fair chance of hitting; but their
father took a long and steady aim with his deadly rifle, and upon
its report a horse and man went down. But the rider was in an
instant upon his feet again, soon caught one of the riderless
horses which had galloped off with its companions, and followed his
comrades.
"Well done, boys," Mr. Hardy said, with a hearty pat on their
shoulders. "You have done gallantly for a first fight, and I feel
proud of you."
Both boys colored with pleasure.
"How many have we killed?"
"I think seven fell at our first attack, papa, and six here,
counting the one they carried off, besides wounded."
"Thirteen. It is enough to make them heartily wish themselves back.
Now let us give the horses ten minutes' rest, and then we will stir
them up again. We must not lose time; it will be sunset in another
three-quarters of an hour."
Half an hour's riding again brought them up to the Indians, who had
stopped within a mile of their former halting-place.
"The moon will be up by one o'clock, boys, and they mean to remain
where they are till then. Do you see that hollow that runs just
this side of where they are? No doubt there is a small stream
there."
This time the Indians made no move to retreat further. They knew
now that their assailants were only three in number. They were
armed, indeed, with weapons which, in their terrible rapidity of
fire, were altogether beyond anything they had hitherto seen; but
in the darkness these would be of no avail against a sudden rush.
But if the Indians did not run away neither did they, as before,
attack their assailants. Their horses had been placed in the middle
of the cattle, with a few Indians standing by them to keep them
quiet. The rest of the Indians were not to be seen, but Mr. Hardy
guessed that they were lying down in the long grass, or were
concealed among the animals.
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