He plunged forward, striking such a blow on his face that the arrow was
driven to the feathers in the hole it had made. A chorus of howls
resulted. The Links immediately on the heels of their fallen companion,
halted abruptly, in dread and horror, yet on came a hundred behind them,
mad for blood.
A blunt arrow, shot too high, but which nevertheless struck another
black Link in the forehead, smashed its way through his skull before it
shattered and split into pieces. Then the crystal club caved in the
chest of the only assailant who had reached the cave, for the chief had
recovered his fighting position like an elastic spring, and was ready to
deal a fearful death to any who should dare attempt to enter the
frowning mouth of the cave. Reinforced by another fighter, the chief
could almost have stayed the rush of an army, coming in singles and
pairs through the open door.
This fact the attacking creatures realised quickly. Another of the
arrows, which missed the mark for which it had been intended, broke the
arm of a powerful Black and compelled him to drop his club. His cry was
a signal for all to halt and draw back, to consider what had best be
done. They had us trapped, but how should they now proceed to beat out
our brains?
The last of my arrows was gone too soon, but the visible effect of these
silent messengers of death was that of terror on the part of the
mystified Blacks. Had we possessed a score of bows, with a quiver full
of arrows for each, in the hands of skillful archers, we should have won
a bloody battle and driven the foe away, hopelessly routed, but they had
surprised us completely, in our unprepared condition, and the situation
was decidedly theirs in point of advantage.
Behind me, in the cave, the females and young ones were being sent to
the rear. There was much excited chatter and much uneasiness of movement
among all the huddled creatures. What the Blacks would do was evidently
a matter of great concern.
Our besiegers decided soon on aggressive measures. They gathered all the
loose rocks, which were practical as missiles, and rushing forward,
hurled them into the cave with tremendous violence. Not a few of our
party received bruises from the first volley, but many stones missed the
cave entirely and many merely struck the rock walls and so fell
harmlessly down. All that came to hand were immediately gathered, so
that when the second company advanced to supplement the first fusilade,
they were met by a fierce return shower of rocks, which stretched two
Blacks on the ground.
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