As we advanced slowly, firing, we made many hits, but I was horrified
to see that every time one of the creatures fell, the nearest of his
companions leaped upon him and cut his throat from ear to ear. Some
of them had only to fall to be dispatched by his fellows. A bullet
from Orthis’ weapon shattered the hind leg of one of them, bringing
him to the ground. It was, of course, not a fatal wound, but the
creature had scarcely gone down, when the nearest to him sprang
forward, and finished him. And thus we walked slowly toward the ford,
and I commenced to have hope that we might reach it and make our
escape. If our antagonists had been less fearless, I should have been
certain of it, but they seemed almost indifferent to their danger,
evidently counting upon their speed to give them immunity from our
bullets. I can assure you that they presented most difficult targets,
moving as they did in great leaps and bounds. It was probably more
their number than our accuracy that permitted us the hits we made.
We were almost at the ford when the circle suddenly broke, and then
formed a straight line parallel to us, the leader swinging his spear
about his head, grasping the handle at its extreme end. The weapon
moved at great speed, in an almost horizontal plane. I was wondering
at the purpose of his action, when I saw that three or four of those
directly in the rear of him had commenced to swing their spears in a
similar manner. There was something strangely menacing about it that
filled me with alarm. I fired at the leader and missed, and at the
report of my pistol, a half dozen of them let go of their swift
whirling spears, and an instant later, I realized the purpose of
their strange maneuver; for the heavy weapons shot toward us, butts
first, with the speed of lightning, the crescent-like hooks catching
us around a leg, an arm and the neck, hurling us backward to the
ground, and each time we essayed to rise, we were struck again, until
we finally lay there, bruised and half stunned, and wholly at the
mercy of our antagonists, who galloped forward quickly, stripping our
weapons from us. Those who had hurled their spears at us recovered
them, and then they all gathered about, examining us, and jabbering
among themselves.
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