In the Van or The Builders Part 16
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"We will all do that, sir," was the hearty response.
Helen found the women seated on a log with their husbands beside a fire near the middle of the men's quarters. They, too, were discussing the wolf question.
"Just listen!" exclaimed Mrs. Hardman in alarm. "There must be twenty of 'em. They might come to us when there is such a lot."
"Let 'em come," said Mrs. Bond, tossing her head. "What's twenty wolves agin two 'undred men?"
"That's not it," said the other woman. "They're such sneaks. They say they can squeeze into any 'ole. I wouldn't want one of them beasts in my bunk for a bed-fellow."
"You need not be alarmed," said Lieutenant Manning. "There will be a fire in front of each camp all night, and plenty of men on guard. If the women are afraid though, Corporal, it might be better to put in a few more stakes to block up the bunks more thoroughly."
"P'raps it would. We'll attend to it, sir." And the two men went off to cut the stakes and put them in place.
Helen remained with the women a little longer, while Harold crossing over to speak to the Colonel, told him of Mrs. Hardman's alarm. Sir George laughed. Nevertheless, he gave the final order to double the guard for the night, with relief every two hours instead of three. At ten o'clock the bugle sounded the men to bed.
The large fires in front of the camps made them warm and comfortable; and in another hour the whole camp was still, while the guards on duty stood and lounged around the blazing fires. Silence and quietude reigned supreme, save for the crackling of the f.a.ggots and the howling of the wolves. For a time the sounds were very distant, seemingly miles away.
Hour after hour pa.s.sed by. Snuggled beneath the blankets the men and women were sleeping. Suddenly the howling, which had been circling in the distance the whole of the night, concentrated in one direction, and gradually the sounds grew louder and the tones clearer.
Captain c.u.mmings, knowing that the drivers would be familiar with the country and the habits of the animals, had arranged for two of them to take part with the pickets on each watch. This time both Bateese and Pat were on duty.
"Sacre! de dem wolf comin' straight for us," exclaimed the former.
"Be jabers! They're on a bee line down the Truro-road," added Pat. "In foive minutes the howlin' pack 'll be on us as sure as shootin'. Pile on the dry pine, boys," he called out in a higher key. "Whin ther's a big pack and a cowld night, it'll take a tremendous fire to keep the spalpeens from sessling right into us."
"We'd better call out the men," suggested a private.
"Holy Peter! we must call the drivers too, or the horses 'll be afther a stampede," was the answer.
But both drivers and soldiers had heard the wolves and were up. Captains c.u.mmings and Payne and Sir George, too, were already out, and the men, many of them only half dressed, with guns in their hands came tumbling after them.
"We may as well see the end of this," cried the Colonel.
"Heavens! Yonder they come," shouted c.u.mmings; and at the top of the long incline, leading out of the valley, a dark, surging ma.s.s could be seen clearly in the moonlight.
On they came straight down the road, filling the air with unearthly yells. Some in the centre were on a steady run; others at the side scampered irregularly to the right or left; while a few young and lanky fellows leapt madly over the backs of others in order to get to the front.
"Quick, men! Rifles ready," called out c.u.mmings, as the men got into position before the unusual foe. The wild rush of the wolves was checked as they neared the blazing fires. Still, as Pat said, "Numbers made them bould." There were more than a score of the hungry brutes; and the sight of fire was not enough to divert their attention from horses and men that they saw within their reach.
As they struck the camp they set up a more terrific howl than ever, and made a sort of momentary halt. The leaders, a couple of huge fellows, turning grey with age, seemed in a quandary whether to turn to the right or to the left. Then they made a rush toward the riflemen who stood nearest, and the whole pack came on.
"Fire!" cried the Colonel.
One of the old greys dropped and several others with him. With a cowardly yell the animals veered; but it was only for a moment. Then, some savagely turned on their fellow-comrades to tear them limb from limb, while others scattered to right and left. Again the men fired, and then charged with fixed bayonets, rus.h.i.+ng on the animals with cold steel.
By this time the whole force was roused, and clinching their guns appeared on the scene. But brief as it was, the battle was almost over.
A number of the wolves were killed, some were wounded and others, still unhurt, retreated into the forest; while one or two, surrounded by the bayonets of the men, made a wild dash through the camp for the woods on the further side.
Helen did not go to sleep early that night. The excitement of the day's travel, together with the new conditions, had unsettled her nerves.
Consequently, a couple of hours pa.s.sed away before sleep came, and then troubled dreams marred her rest.
The mad yells of the wolves as they neared the camp awoke both her and Harold. With a suppressed scream, Helen clutched her husband as he sprang up to don his outer-clothing. Then came the fire of the first shots.
"Don't leave me," she pleaded, in momentary terror. "What if a wolf should squeeze in between the poles!"
"No fear of that, dearest," he answered, pulling on his boots and tunic in less time than it takes to tell. "But I won't leave you. There has been no general call for the men as yet."
"The only way in or out is through that pa.s.sage," she cried, calm again, and busy dressing while she spoke. The shooting continued and the shouts of the men grew louder, while there was less yelling of the animals.
Then came a wild hurrying and stampeding around the camp. Harold had stuck a lighted candle in a crotch and a brace of pistols in his belt.
In another moment he was ready for anything.
"What's that?" exclaimed Helen with a wild shout.
Harold turned instantly, and by the dim light saw that the slabs at the entrance were being wriggled.
"By heavens, it's a wolf!" he shouted, and almost without taking aim he fired one of his pistols at the head of a monster which was squeezing between the poles. The bullet grazed his shoulder, but with a gruesome howl and snapping jaw he continued forcing himself into the narrow cell.
Helen, shrinking to the further end, seized a dirk from the sheath in which it hung, while Harold fired his second pistol. This time the ball pa.s.sed through the wolf's neck into his body. Still he was not killed, and snapping savagely he floundered into the room.
Then came the life and death struggle between Harold and the wolf. With his empty pistol he struck him a fierce blow upon the head, while the wolf's teeth clutched the young man's leg.
"Quick, the knife," he gasped, and like a flash the dirk was buried in the brute's heart. The jaws relaxed. The leg was free again and the huge wolf rolled over.
The candle was still alight as Harold staggered, a gory spectacle, to his couch. Helen, too, was trembling and spotted with blood. Bravely she had faced it all and had not swooned.
"How terribly he has bitten you!" she cried with quivering lips.
"Only a scratch," was his answer. But the shots and Helen's screams had been heard, and the poles were being forced aside. Sir George, the Doctor, c.u.mmings and others had come to the rescue.
"What in heaven's name have you here?" cried the former in consternation as, in putting his head in, he almost fell over the body of the dead animal.
"We've been entertaining a wolf," Harold gasped.
"And he's been trying to kill my husband," Helen added, bravely keeping back the tears.
"You're not dead yet, though," exclaimed the Doctor. "Can you stand up, old man?"
"Certainly I can." And Harold, spattered with blood, rose to his feet.
"The rascal nipped my leg, though. Perhaps you had better look at it, Doctor."
"Come outside then, if you can walk." He managed to reach the blazing fire, followed by Helen. And there the Doctor dressed the wound.
When the other men dragged out the dead animal before putting the place to order again, they were amazed at their discovery.
"Why, it's the big she-wolf!" c.u.mmings exclaimed. "The mate of the old grey that was shot. What a desperate fight Manning must have had!"
"And his wife," echoed Sir George. "The wonder is that she retained her senses at all."
Harold's hurt was not a severe one. Fortunately it was but a dying snap, and the blood on his clothes was from the wolf. So he cleaned and changed them; and Helen with water and sponge refreshed herself too.
Half an hour later they returned to their own wigwam. But the men had not been idle. They had made it over again; and they found their bunk as good as new. So after each had taken a gla.s.s of old wine, which Harold had fortunately brought with him, they once more retired to rest. The outside guards were changed, and soon the men of the troop were trying to sleep again, in preparation for the next day's march.
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