Hardy's precaution of
firing the Indian hut had become manifest.
The fire had communicated to the next two or three dwellings, and a
broad flame rose up, against the glare of which the Indians stood
out distinctly, while the whites were posted in deep gloom.
"Now, boys," Mr. Hardy said, "pick off the first lot with your
carbines, while we load our rifles. Ethel, get behind that rock.
Take shelter all till the last moment. The arrows will soon be
among us."
Steadily as if firing at a mark the boys discharged their five
shots each; and as the enemy was not more than fifty yards off,
every shot told.
The rest of the leading band hesitated, and throwing themselves
down, waited until the others came up. There was a momentary pause,
then a volley of arrows and musket halls was discharged in the
direction of their hidden foe, and then, with a wild yell, the
whole mass charged.
Not till they were within thirty yards was there a return shot
fired; but as they entered the narrow gorge, the whites leaped to
their feet with a cheer, and poured in a volley from twenty-four
rifles,
The effect was terrible; and those in front who were unwounded
hesitated, but, pressed on from behind, they again rushed forward.
Then, as they closed, a desperate combat began.
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