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 noticed a clump of trees a little to the right, nearer the bank of
the river, and made straight for that. As he ran towards it, he came
within view of the horsemen working round on the left flank. They
immediately wheeled round, and galloped hard in pursuit.
But their course brought them below the ridge on which, all unknown
to them, Challis and his band lay concealed. As they rode past,
within range of about a hundred yards, a sudden volley on their right
flank sent some of them reeling to the ground. The rest, taken all
aback, swerved to the left, and dashed frantically away towards their
main body, who had now become aware that the hillock was deserted,
and were surging up it.
"Well done, Tom!"
The ringing words came faintly from the rear. Challis brushed his
sleeve across his sweating brow, and ordered his men to run with him.
It was something to have gained half-an-hour without the loss of a
man.
CHAPTER XII
A STAMPEDE
Taking advantage of the flight of the flanking party, Royce pushed on
as soon as he was rejoined by Challis, in order to gain a denser
portion of the forest, where the pursuers would be much more impeded
than his own men.
He had two other reasons. The carriers had gone on by themselves,
without guidance, and it was probable that they would take a wrong
direction. Further, there was a possibility that in the absence of
the white men they would be seized with panic, and stampede, leaving
their loads. The Hausas could not at once carry and fight, and all
the fighting strength would be needed if the enemy still came on.
It seemed that the double check which the Tubus had suffered had
daunted them, at any rate for the time being; for Royce, looking
back, saw no sign of their having crossed the ridge.
About ten minutes later he came up with the carriers, who, on
reaching the edge of the thicker woodland, had prudently halted from
fear of losing the way. John again went ahead with them as guide,
Challis following at a short interval with his section, and Royce
with the remainder acting as rearguard.
The march through the forest entailed a disadvantage which almost
outweighed its advantages from the point of view of security. It was
impossible to see what the enemy were doing. They might have given
up the chase; they might be pressing on in the rear; they might still
be working round on the flanks, avoiding the woodland area, and
outspeeding the fugitives on more open ground.
For this reason Royce forced the pace as much as possible. From his
rather hazy recollection the fort was still five or six miles away, a
distance which he could scarcely hope to cover under three hours.
By degrees the forest thinned, and after about two hours' marching it
opened upon the lake which Royce had skirted on his return from the
village. By this time everybody was tired and hungry.
"We must take a spell of rest," he said to Challis. "I think it's
scarcely likely the Tubus have come through the forest after us."
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