The long trail: A story of African adventureStrang, Herbert
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The long trail: A story of African adventure
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Africa -- Juvenile fiction; Black people -- Africa -- Juvenile fiction
The third party of Tubus, when the alarm was raised, took a course
which would have brought them on the rear of Challis's men. This had
been foreseen by Royce. After Challis's departure in the night, he
had had the gateway cleared, except for a light, movable barrier, in
readiness for a sortie. He had seen from the walls the flight of the
first party of the enemy, and the other two parties rushing to the
rescue, one on Challis's front, the other on his rear. Leaving
Challis to deal with the frontal attack, he led his men out through
the gateway to head off the other party.
[Illustration: ROYCE LEADS THE CHARGE]
Unlike Challis, he had fewer men than the enemy, and less than a
third of them were armed. But one rifle was of more value than many
spears. The men lined up on the slope of the hill, where the
advancing enemy must come within close range. At the word of command
they fired.
The Tubus checked instantly. They appeared to hesitate whether to
run the gauntlet of the attack and push on to the support of their
comrades or to remain and fight it out with the garrison of the fort.
It was evident that they had no leader of authority, and Royce, like
Challis, was quick to profit by their hesitation.
"After me, boys!" he cried, and led the Hausas in a headlong charge
down the hill.
Behind them, in a wild, tumultuous mob, swarmed the other men, some
armed with stones, some with spears, some even with the Tubus'
scaling ladders.
The very boldness of the movement decided the issue. If the Tubus
stopped to think, they must have supposed that so small a body, in
measuring themselves against overwhelming numbers, was covered by
support from some other quarter. They fired one scattered volley.
Royce did not halt his men to reply to it, but bounded on at their
head whooping like a schoolboy, while the Tubus kicked their horses'
flanks and bolted for cover to the nearest wood.
The fight was won.
CHAPTER XXXII
A HOT CHASE
Royce and Challis met at the foot of the hill.
"Splendid, old man!" said the former, gripping his friend by the
hand. "I had almost given you up, and my men were in a frightful
state of depression."
"Not more depressed than I was," rejoined Challis with a smile. "I
was depressed sixteen feet below ground! But I'll tell you all about
that presently. Give your men a good feed out of the reserve
provisions we have brought. I'll send my lot out to prevent the
Tubus from reuniting; then we'll talk things over."
Challis sent three-fourths of his force into the forest and the
surrounding country, with orders to check any attempt of the
scattered Tubus to combine. Meanwhile Royce's men revelled in what
was, after their privations, a sumptuous feast.
While they were eating Royce and Challis attended to the few wounded.
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