The long trail: A story of African adventure — John Shaqi
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
He had expected the mounted men to accompany the column to the
bridge, and then part from it to find the ford. That they had not
done so proved, first that they were very confident, and secondly
that the ford was at some considerable distance from the bridge.
The Tubus clearly expected no molestation by natives of the district,
whom they, no doubt, regarded as completely cowed. It was equally
clear that they intended, after making their detour by the ford, to
meet the rest of the column at some spot beyond the bridge.
Taking care to keep under cover, Royce watched the procession until
the last man appeared. All the horsemen had gone. He made out that
there was a vanguard of about half a dozen armed men, and another
half a dozen brought up the rear. At intervals along the column
there were about the same number, acting as escort to the prisoners.
The vanguard marched some two hundred yards ahead of the rest, who
were strung out over at least half a mile. They marched very slowly.
It was a long time before Royce was able to distinguish the figure of
his friend. He almost feared that Challis had been taken to the
ford, still tied to the saddle; and it gave him a thrill of joy when
at last he observed the white-clad form, about half-way down the
column.
Royce had already conceived the general idea of his ambuscade; the
absence of the horsemen promised to make its working out in detail
much easier than he could have hoped. These details he thought out
as he watched the column slowly advancing.
His plan was to let the vanguard pass over the bridge, then to sever
them from the rest of the column by cutting the remainder of the
ropes, and afterwards to deal with the others as circumstances might
dictate. It was this last part which had given him most anxiety.
Now, however, he rapidly made up his mind to attempt an operation
which had been suggested by the nature of the ground.
The track, it will be remembered, made a sharp bend just where it
descended to the river. On one side was the river itself, thickly
fringed with rushes; on the other, the steep and almost precipitous
slope. It depended on the nerve and the quickness of Gambaru whether
he could take advantage of that bend to carry out his scheme.
He rapidly explained to the man what was required of him, and was
delighted to find how quickly it was understood, and how eager the
Hausa was to assist him. Then they slid down the slope, and while
Gambaru hid amid the rushes near the bend, Royce hurried to John,
waiting beneath the bridge.
"Six or seven Tubus will come on to the bridge," he said. "When they
have just passed the middle, but before any of them have got to the
other side, cut all the ropes I have left uncut. You understand?"
"Savvy all same, sah," said John, his eyes gleaming, his lips parted
in a wide grin. "Dey go plop!"
"Then run back as fast as you can and join me. There will be other
work for you."
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