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
John chose the moment when an assault had just been repelled to evacuate
the mound, and keeping it between him and the enemy, to strike off to
the south-west, intending to make a circuit and rejoin Ferrier at the
clump of trees. He had marched for more than half a mile before the
meaning of the movement became plain to the enemy. Seeing the little
party now in the open, with no cover of any kind, the men set off with
loud cries to intercept them before they reached the clump of trees
which was the only shelter for miles. It was a race between the two
parties. John was north-west of the clump, the enemy due north, and
equidistant from it. Ferrier, who had reached the spot some time
before, and was watching eagerly his new friend’s manoeuvres, fired an
occasional shot at the savages as soon as they came within range, but
his single rifle was unable to check the advance. It was fortunate that
John had somewhat easier ground than the enemy, sloping gently down to
the clump of trees. He ran as he had never run since he won the
quarter-mile in his school sports, and the negroes kept pace with him,
in the fierce heat of the sun. Ferrier saw that he was gaining on the
enemy, and shouted to encourage him. Another two hundred yards and he
would be safe. On he came: now he was several yards ahead of his men,
then they spurted and came up with him: and in another fifteen seconds
the whole party gained the wood, the enemy being no more than a hundred
yards away.
Ferrier sent a shot among them which brought them to a halt. Even now
they might have overwhelmed the little party, for John and the men were
hot and breathless, and their limbs trembled so violently that for some
seconds they were unable to hold their rifles steadily. But Ferrier’s
shot gave them the breathing-space they needed. Then all the rifles
spoke together. A gap was made in the halted throng of negroes; there
was a moment’s hesitation; then with furious yells of rage and
disappointment they turned their backs upon the clump of trees, and ran
swiftly towards the distant bush.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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