The Peril Finders Part 111
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There was no firing now by the defenders, for the need was not urgent.
"Let them exhaust themselves," cried the doctor, "and find out that their efforts are vain."
Still there was no lack of bravery amongst the savages, who, some twenty strong, being as many as could act in the narrow gully, charged home again, directly after sending in their arrows, and accompanying the beating of their ponies' hoofs with yell after yell.
This time there was no waiting on the part of the defenders, who began firing as soon as the advance commenced, with the result that several Indians dropped, to enc.u.mber the way and unsettle the serried band of plunging steeds, while the rest, on breasting the rocks, recoiled, and in a state of panic turned, regardless of yells and blows, to gallop back after the fas.h.i.+on of their kind, crowding together till they reached their fellows once again, to stand s.h.i.+vering, snorting, and stamping, but leaving two struggling in the bottom of the gulch in company with six of their riders, wounded or dead.
"That ought to settle them," said Wilton, who knelt carefully wiping his rifle.
"I hope so," said Bourne. "I'm tired of this murderous work."
"'Tis bad, sir," said Griggs, from the other side; "but it rests with the redskins."
"Do you think they will give up now, Griggs?" said the doctor.
"No, sir; I don't," was the reply.
"Oh, Griggs, you're making the worst of it," cried Chris.
"No, my lad, I'm not. It's of no use for me to talk nonsense. I know too much of Indian nature. All they're thinking of now is how to get at us, and have revenge for what we have done."
"Then you think they will attack again?"
"Sure to, sir," replied Griggs; "but perhaps not with a rush. If they don't, they'll wait till it's dark, and then leave their horses behind and come on with their knives."
"Ugh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Chris. "That will be bad for us."
"Horrid," said Griggs coolly. "It seems--Hallo! They're coming on again. Give 'em a volley, sir, this time."
"Yes," cried the doctor eagerly, as he saw at a glance that the Indians were gathering for another rush. "Hold your fire," he cried loudly, "till they are three parts of the way here, and then all together. I'll give the word."
"But suppose they come on, dismount, and attack afterwards," said Chris.
"You have the second barrels," said the doctor. "Be ready. Here they come."
For once more the savages were putting their regular tactics to the test, coming on yelling and waving their weapons, using them to frighten their foes as much as to madden their ponies into a furious gallop, and this right in the rear of another flight of arrows, half of which came from the Indians who remained behind for want of room.
To the boys this was the most exciting charge of all, for during the others they had something to do or see, as the firing was kept up almost from the first. Here they had to wait--only for moments, it is true, but moments which seemed like minutes, and during which they had no gathering smoke to hide the gleaming teeth, flas.h.i.+ng eyes, and savage hate depicted in the red and painted faces coming swiftly on.
"Fire!" shouted the doctor, his voice sounding sharp and clear above the rattle, of hoofs, the yells of the savages, and the reverberations from the rocky sides of the gulch.
Every finger pressed the trigger at the same moment; there was a flash, six jets of grey smoke driven full in the faces of the on-coming ponies, and then one great crack, followed by a deafening roar, which combination checked the ponies as if by magic, making them rear up, dismounting several of their riders. Then they all tore back, leaving eight or nine Indians scrambling to their feet, to run after their steeds, others lying struggling among the stones, and, plain to see, two more tottering upon their ponies' backs, one falling forward to cling to his mount's neck, another to sink backward and drop off, and another to wrench himself round and shake his bow at the occupants of the barrier in impotent fury, before throwing up his hands and lying back clinging to his seat till his pony had plunged into the little crowd waiting their return.
"The most effective action yet," said the doctor hoa.r.s.ely, as the reloading ended.
"Yes, sir, I think that's best," responded Griggs.
"But such a sickening slaughter of the poor ignorant wretches," cried Bourne bitterly.
"That's what I used to think when I was first up in the Rockies, sir,"
said Griggs coolly, "till I had been about a bit, and seen where the redskins up there had been amongst the settlers' ranches. Pleasant homes burned down, and men, women, and children lying where they had been murdered and cut about--people who had been living hopeful lives, hard workers whose only crime against the Indians was trying to get a living out of a few acres instead of by hunting and war. I used to feel just as you do, Mr Bourne; but I don't now."
"I know, I know," cried Ned's father pa.s.sionately; "but they are so ignorant of our power."
"Yes, sir, but we're not of theirs," replied Griggs. "Now, doctor, they're drawing off. Had enough of it for one day, and it's time to be stirring."
"What, retreat?"
"Not yet, sir. Here's my idea. They'll wait till it's dark, attack us then with knives and tomahawks, coming on silently, leaving their horses behind, and we shan't have a chance."
"Then what do you propose?" said the doctor.
"Just this, sir, if you can't see a better way. We three stop here, ready to have a shot at any Indian who shows himself, while Mr Bourne, young squire, and Chris go off to the mules and horses."
"No," cried Chris; "I'm not going to leave my father."
"Wait, my boy," said the doctor sternly.
"But, father--"
"Silence, sir!"
"Hadn't done speaking, my lad," said Griggs, looking at the boy with a smile. "Here's the rest of it. Mr Bourne and Squire Ned get old Skeeter to the front; and set off at once as fast as the mules will go, which only means a walk."
"But where--where?" cried Bourne excitedly.
"Anywhere, sir, except into the soda-plains. The thing you've got to do is to put as many miles between you and here as you can manage in the next twenty-four hours."
"What, and desert you?" cried Bourne. "How are you going to manage to find us?"
"Oh, I'll find you by your trail when the time comes, sir," said Griggs, laughing. "Don't you be afraid of that. Don't even think about it, only of getting right away."
"I see," said the doctor, and he frowned down Chris, who was about to speak. "Now go on."
"There's not much more to say, sir. We shall stay here till dusk, giving the redskins a reminder now and then that we're on the alert; and at last, when we feel that they're coming on for the attack, into the saddles we jump, and steal off till we're out of hearing, and then crawl till we make sure of the trail of the mules, and then gallop."
"But the ponies will have gone with the mules," cried Chris excitedly.
"You'd better not let them," said Griggs, with a grim smile at the boy.
"You've got to see the train started well on its way from the bottom of the gully, and then bring the horses here--all six, mind."
"Yes, I see," said Chris, brightening up, the sun seeming to come out on his gloomy, powder-smirched face. "But what about Ned's and Mr Bourne's ponies?"
"They'll have to be contented with mules. They've only got to walk, and there are several now with half loads. We shall want their ponies for spare mounts, so as to give the others a rest now and then, for when we leave here we shall have to make the best of our way."
"Oh!" cried Chris joyously. "I wish I were as clever as you are, Griggs."
"It's all right, my lad," said the American grimly; "don't be in a hurry. I've learned a bit about the Indians, and you've got that to begin with; by the time you get as old as I am you'll have picked up a deal more than I know, and you will not think much of me then. Now, doctor, what's your idea?"
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