Settlers and Scouts: A Tale of the African HighlandsStrang, Herbert
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Settlers and Scouts: A Tale of the African Highlands
Strang, Herbert
Africa, East -- Juvenile fiction
"Yesterday afternoon, just after I had brought in those fellows we left
at our little camp, the beggars made a sudden rush on us, springing up
from nowhere, as it appeared. It was the same lot that we stampeded,
but largely reinforced, and from what my men said, there’s no doubt the
newcomers belong to the same tribe I had trouble with when you rescued
me. It was lucky we weren’t completely taken by surprise. I had a sort
of notion they might try on something of the sort. I don’t believe they
knew at first that you had gone, and their idea was to have their
revenge for the slap we gave them. Juma was among them, Coja told me."
"The blackguard!"
"I had got the boma repaired where we burnt it, so that they couldn’t
get in, but they came all round us, keeping under cover, and thinking, I
suppose, that they would starve us out. I felt I was in a bit of a fix.
We might hold our own in the camp for three or four days; but I was
afraid they’d stay there until you came back, and there was such a crowd
of them, as you see, that I didn’t see how you could possibly get
through them. It struck me that the best thing I could do was to come
after you and join forces while there was time; so I left the fires
burning and slipped away in the middle of the night, making a detour
round their camp, which they had pitched about a quarter of a mile
up-stream. We couldn’t march very fast with our loads, but the men were
very plucky, and it wasn’t till this afternoon that the beggars caught
us. We had been fighting for about an hour when you came up, and I was
jolly glad to see you, I can tell you, for they were beginning to press
us very closely, and we couldn’t have kept it up much longer. What luck
have you had?"
"I’ve got the fort: I’ll tell you all about it when we get there. By
Jove! there is a lot of them. What are they up to?"
The enemy, numbering, as nearly as John could estimate, more than four
hundred, had given up direct pursuit, evidently recognizing that to
scale the bluff under the rifles of its defenders would be a hopeless
task. They were marching rapidly to the right. In addition to the
fighting men, there was also a large number of men and women carrying
loads, no doubt provisions: these had only just come up with the main
body.
"Is there any other way up the escarpment?" asked Ferrier, anxiously.
"Not that I know of. It looks as if they’re going to make a round to
the fort. We had better hurry on."
They turned about and marched rapidly after the men, who were already
some distance away.
"I had begun to demolish the fort," said John, "which is a pity if
they’re going to besiege us. Perhaps they’ve had enough of it, though."
"Can’t we repair it?"
"Unluckily we’ve pitched the stones of the wall into the pool
surrounding it, and I’m afraid we can’t fish them up again. It’s a good
job we hadn’t done much. We were in the middle of the work when Bill
heard your shots. He spotted your rifle; his hearing is amazingly
acute."
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