The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great CanalBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great Canal
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Panama Canal (Panama) -- Juvenile fiction
The promise of such a rich reward caused the chiefs eyes to dilate, and
at once he set his men to accomplish the task before them. Within the
space of a few minutes the sharp eyes of the natives had discovered the
track made by Jim and Ching as they escaped with Sadie. Swiftly it was
learned that two others were of the party--one a small man, and a second
of abnormal proportions. Then the chase began in earnest, Jaime and his
comrades following the party, while three of the natives came behind
with the horses. So rapidly, in fact, did the trackers amongst the tribe
who had come to Jaime's help pick up the trail left by our hero, that
but a couple of miles separated the two parties. Indeed, within half an
hour of Jim's entering camp, and being greeted by Phineas and the
others, Tomkins reported that he had seen a lamp swinging in the forest.
Sam declared within the minute that he could hear men moving, while
hardly had the words left his lips when a number of men burst into the
moonlit opening. There came at once a sharp fusillade, while bullets
spluttered about the heads of Jim and his comrades. Then Tomkins
shouted, and without a second's hesitation threw himself face downward
on the ground, and jerked his rifle into position.
"Get down close, every mother's son of you," he called out, while the
lock of his weapon clicked sharply. The butt came to his shoulder, his
cheek fell upon it, and then a stream of flame issued from the muzzle.
Nor were his comrades slow to follow his example. Before the enemy were
halfway towards them all the members of the party save Jim and Sadie
were using their rifles.
"They'll never face a fire like that," called out our hero, standing to
his full height and watching the horde of natives rushing forward. "Keep
peppering them. I will look for some spot where we can get shelter."
He took his sister with him, and clambered towards the centre of the
rocky elevation which cropped up in the middle of the clearing; then he
shouted again.
"Mr. Phineas," he called out.
"Aye, aye," came back the cheerful answer. "We drove 'em off easy. Guess
they've left a few kicking the dust down there."
Jim had, in fact, seen the swarm of natives, with three white men
amongst them, suddenly turn tail and run, and his watchful eye had also
observed the figures lying prone not far from the edge of the forest.
But he had some intelligence of his own to communicate, and shouted back
to Phineas.
"Bring the whole party right away up here," he said. "There are boulders
hereabouts which will shelter us and help to keep off their bullets.
Make a run for it; bring all our baggage."
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