"If I understand you, my friend," said Browne, appearing to forget in
the excitement of the moment that what he was saying would be utterly
unintelligible to the person he addressed, "If I understand you, your
demand is unreasonable. Throw away your own weapons first; you are the
most numerous party:" and he imitated the gestures which the other had
made use of.
The savage shook his head impatiently, and keeping his eyes steadfastly
fixed upon Browne, he began to speak in a quiet tone. But I saw that
though looking at Browne, his words were addressed to his companions,
who gradually spread themselves out in front of us and without making
any openly hostile demonstrations, handled their weapons in what seemed
to me a suspicious manner.
"Be on your guard," said I, speaking in my ordinary tone, and without
looking round, "I am sure they are meditating sudden mischief."
Scarcely were the words uttered, when, with the quickness of lightning,
the spokesman hurled his club at Browne, narrowly missing his head, then
bringing his spear into a horizontal position, he made a thrust full at
his chest with his whole force.
Browne, however, was on his guard, and knocking aside the point of the
spear, he swung round his long club; and, before the other could draw
back, brought it down with such effect upon his right shoulder that his
arm fell powerless to his side, and the spear dropped from his grasp.
Browne promptly set his foot upon it, and the owner, astonished and
mortified, rather than intimidated at his repulse, shrunk back without
any attempt to regain it.
This attack was so sudden, and so soon foiled--being but a blow aimed,
parried, and returned, in a single breath--that no one on either side
had an opportunity to interfere or join in it. The other savages now
uttered a yell, and were about to rush upon us: but the leader, as he
appeared to be, motioned them back, and they drew off to a short
distance. If we were for a moment inclined to hope that we should now
be left unmolested, we soon learned the groundlessness of such an
expectation. The discomfited savage, instead of being discouraged by
the rough treatment he had received, was only rendered more dangerous
and resolute by it; and he prepared to renew the attack at once, having
taken from one of his companions a club somewhat heavier and longer than
his own.
"I wish," said Max, drawing a long breath as he eyed these ominous
proceedings, "that we had a few of Colt's revolvers, to keep these
fellows at a respectable distance: I confess I don't like the notion of
coming to such close quarters with them as they seem to contemplate."
"A genuine Yankee wish!" answered Browne, grasping his club with both
hands, and planting himself firmly, to receive the expected onset; "to
make it completely in character you have only to wish, in addition, for
a mud breastwork, or a few cotton bags, between us and our friends
yonder."
"Which I do, with all my heart!" responded Max, fervently.
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