The Cameronians: A Novel, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Cameronians: A Novel, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
In the dark he sought about for furniture to barricade the room-door,
if it was forced, and to form a barricade to fire over. A chest or
two, a table and chairs, he piled against it, and then examined the
window--it was small, narrow, far from the ground, apparently; but
all was obscurity and darkness without, and unknown to him, there was
immediately beneath it a deep hole, formed by the farmer when digging
for copper ore. But now two minutes had barely elapsed, when shouts
and execrations fell upon his ears, together with the din of blows
upon the first door he had closed.
It was speedily beaten in, and then the door of the room was
assailed. It seemed stronger, and for a time resisted the blows that
were rained upon it.
'He wears a diamond ring, the gift of Palenka, which will prove a
fortune to whoever gets it,' he heard Guebhard say in a loud voice;
'and he has a plan of the campaign, well worth a thousand ducats to
me, and more to Kara Georgevitch!'
But his Montenegrins scarcely needed these incentives to outrage and
bloodshed.
Through a hole in the door Cecil, for a moment, saw them crowding and
jostling in the narrow passage, by the light of a torch held by one
of their number. Ferocious-looking they were, yet men of magnificent
physique, in long white camises, open in front, with gaudy waistcoats
below; their sashes filled with knives, yataghans sharp as needles,
and brass-butted pistols; their faces inflamed by raki, their dark
eyes gleaming like those of devils; their white teeth glistening;
their wide blue petticoat-trousers reaching to the knee, and their
feet encased in thongs and sandals of hide.
A gleam of light flashed inward, as an axe clove a rent in the door,
and thereat, for a moment, he saw the gleaming eyes and pallid face
of Guebhard, and he fired full at it; but with what effect he never
knew.
He fired again and again, at a venture, through the door, and so did
his assailants; but their chance bullets went wide of the intended
mark; while more than one shriek and hoarse malediction announced
that his fire had told on the group wedged in the narrow space
without; but now the door was yielding fast, and Cecil, aware that
when once it was broken down he would inevitably perish by a death
too probably of protracted mutilation and torture, threw open the
window and resolved to drop therefrom.
Firing all the chambers of his revolver at the door, through the
splintered gaps in which a red light was streaming now, he lowered
himself down, just as two of his assailants came rushing round a
corner of the house, intending, no doubt, to cut off his retreat; and
quitting his hold on the window-sill, he fell down--down--he knew not
whither; but it was into the excavation already mentioned, and there
he lay for some moments, stunned, confused, and well-nigh senseless,
and incapable of further thought or action.
Round the hole, wherein he lay, his pursuers gathered.
'Here he lies!' exclaimed Guebhard, 'stunned or dead!'
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