Tom Willoughby's Scouts: A Story of the War in German East AfricaStrang, Herbert
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Tom Willoughby's Scouts: A Story of the War in German East Africa
Strang, Herbert
German East Africa -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Africa -- Juvenile fiction
He lifted his rifle, and took a shot at one of the moving heads.
Instantly they all sank down; whether he had hit he could not tell; and
a fusillade burst from the trees on the other side of the clearing. For
some minutes he saw no more of the diggers; then a head and shoulders
showed for a moment, a little nearer than the nearest head had been
before.
"I can’t stop them, apparently," he thought, "but I can delay them."
Hurrying down to the trench behind the barricade, he sent a dozen of his
best marksmen, including a couple of the askaris, to the position he had
left, with orders to fire at the diggers whenever they appeared. At
their first shots there was another fusillade from the forest; then an
interval of about a quarter of an hour during which the enemy was
silent, though Tom’s men continued to snipe. After that the enemy,
having located the position of the trench, began sniping in turn; but
the men were so well hidden that they suffered no loss. Presently,
however, a shell burst a few yards above the trench, scattering
splinters upon its occupants; and a few minutes later another shell fell
plump on the parapet at the northern end, killing two men and wounding
several. Tom at once withdrew the snipers from their position, and sent
them into the similar trench on the other side of the nullah. From this
they sniped for a considerable time before they were again detected, and
when shells began to fall there also, Tom removed the men to comparative
safety in the bed of the nullah. The wounds inflicted by the shells
were so severe that he did not feel justified in exposing his willing
soldiers to injuries which he was unable to deal with satisfactorily.
The sniping being thus put an end to, and a sortie being out of the
question, Tom had to reconcile himself to the inevitable. The
bombardment slowed down, either because the enemy were satisfied that it
had crushed opposition, or maybe to save ammunition. Several times
during the day Tom went up to his observation post, and noted the
progress of the zigzags. The sap was so narrow that the enemy would
have to advance in single file, and he thought his men behind the
barricade would have an easy task in shooting them down when the attack
came.
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