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
Royce could only guess at the manner of escape. During these past
days Goruba must have been patiently working his feet loose. Having
freed them, he had seized the opportunity of Kulana's absence to
crawl into the cook-house, burn the cord about his wrists at the
fire, set fire to the food, and make his escape in the subsequent
confusion.
Three or four men at the wall said that a man had suddenly and
without a sound rushed from behind them, jumped on to the wall,
sprung down the twelve feet to the ground outside, and dashed down
the hill. They fired as soon as they recovered from their surprise.
One of them was sure that he had hit the man.
"But he got away," said Royce gloomily. "And nearly all the food is
destroyed." Inwardly he added: "What is to become of us all?"
CHAPTER XXVII
AN ATTACK IN FORCE
Kulana was doing his best to provide a meal--the last!--for the
garrison, when Royce's thoughts were diverted from their gloomy
situation by a sudden call for action.
His look-out men shouted, and rushing to the wall he saw that the
great attack, which he had so long expected, was being made at last.
The Tubus, dismounted, were rushing up the hill from three sides.
Goruba was conspicuous at the head of the party from the north-east.
It was plain that the attack had been arranged. Probably only
Goruba's absence had delayed it. The three columns were advancing in
such a way that they would reach the fort at about the same moment,
and a fact that for an instant struck Royce with the chill of dread
was that some men in each party carried short ladders, which during
these days of apparent inaction they had evidently been constructing
in the woods.
The situation was one which might well cause the bravest heart to
quail. The Tubus were two or three hundred in number; the garrison
numbered only sixty, all suffering from the lack of sufficient food.
Only fifteen had rifles; most of the Tubus carried firearms of a
sort. The garrison's greatest defence was their walls, and these the
enemy were coming prepared to scale.
"But we'll put up a fight," said Royce to himself.
He divided his riflemen into three sections, and posted one at each
of the walls so soon to be assailed. Behind them he placed the rest
of the garrison, of whom a few had spears, the remainder being armed
only with stones. He himself took up a position on the bastion at
the north-east corner.
The Tubus came leaping with immense strides up the hill. Royce
waited until they were about two hundred yards away, then gave the
order to fire. Three volleys flashed forth; some of the enemy
dropped, but their leaders shouted words of encouragement, and the
masses continued to sweep onward, as a stormy sea surges around an
isolated rock.
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