The Argus Pheasant Part 46
You’re reading novel The Argus Pheasant Part 46 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
An old plainsman was the first casualty. He was sighting along his rifle at a daring Manchu who had advanced within three hundred yards of the enclosure when a bullet struck him in the forehead and pa.s.sed through his skull. He fell where he stood.
Shortly thereafter Gibson, an ex-sailor, uttered an exclamation, and clapped his right hand to his left shoulder.
"Are ye hit?" Larry Malone asked.
"They winged me, I guess," Gibson said.
The Dutch medical officer hastened forward. "The bone's broken," he p.r.o.nounced. "We'll have to amputate."
"Then let me finish this fight first," Gibson retorted, picking up his rifle. The doctor was a soldier, too. He tied the useless arm in a sling, filled Gibson's magazine, and jogged away to other duties with a parting witticism about Americans who didn't know when to quit. There was plenty of work for him to do. Within the next half hour ten men were brought into the improvised hospital, and Carver, on the walls, was tugging his chin, wondering whether he would be able to hold the day out.
The firing began to diminish. Scanning the underbrush to see what significance this might have, Carver saw heavy columns of natives forming. The first test was upon them. At his sharp command the reply fire from the fort ceased and every man filled his magazine.
With a wild whoop the Malays and Chinese rose from the bush and raced toward the stockade. There was an answering yell from the other side as the Dyaks, spears and krisses waving, sprang from the jungle. On the walls, silence. The brown wave swept like an avalanche to within three hundred yards. The Javanese looked anxiously at their white leader, standing like a statue, watching the human tide roll toward him. Two hundred yards--a hundred and fifty yards. The Dutch riflemen began to fidget. A hundred yards. An uneasy murmur ran down the whole line. Fifty yards.
Carver gave the signal. Banning instantly repeated it. A sheet of flame leaped from the walls as rifles and machine-guns poured their deadly torrents of lead into the advancing horde. The first line melted away like b.u.t.ter before a fire. Their wild yells of triumph changed to frantic shrieks of panic, the Dyaks broke and fled for the protecting cover of the jungle while the guns behind them decimated their ranks.
The Malays and Chinese got within ten yards of the fort before they succ.u.mbed to the awful fusillade, and fled and crawled back to shelter.
A mustached Manchu alone reached the gate. He waved his huge kris, but at that moment one of Carver's company emptied a rifle into his chest and he fell at the very base of the wall.
The attack was begun, checked, and ended within four minutes. Over two hundred dead and wounded natives and Chinese lay scattered about the plain. The loss within the fort had been four killed and five wounded.
Two of the dead were from Carver's command, John Vander Esse and a Californian. As he counted his casualties, Carver's lips tightened. His thoughts were remarkably similar to that of the great Epirot: "Another such victory and I am undone."
Lieutenant Banning, mopping his brow, stepped forward to felicitate his commanding officer.
"They'll leave us alone for to-day, anyway," he predicted.
Carver stroked his chin in silence a moment.
"I don't think Ah Sing's licked so soon," he replied.
For the next three hours there was only desultory firing. The great body of natives seemed to have departed, leaving only a sufficient force behind to hold the defenders in check in case they attempted to leave the fort. Speculation on the next step of the natives was soon answered.
Scanning the harbor with his gla.s.ses, Carver detected an unwonted activity on the deck of one of the proas. He watched it closely for a few moments, then he uttered an exclamation.
"They're unloading artillery," he told Lieutenant Banning.
The lieutenant's lips tightened.
"We have nothing except these old guns," he replied.
"They're junk," Carver observed succinctly. "These proas carry Krupps, I'm told."
"What are you going to do?"
"We'll see whether they can handle it first. If they make it too hot for us--well, we'll die fighting."
The first sh.e.l.l broke over the fort an hour later and exploded in the jungle on the other side. Twenty or thirty sh.e.l.ls were wasted in this way before the gunner secured the range. His next effort landed against one of the masonry towers on the side defended by the Dutch. When the smoke had cleared away the tower lay leveled. Nine dead and wounded men were scattered among the ruins. A yell rose from the natives, which the remaining Dutch promptly answered with a stinging volley.
"Hold your fire," Carver directed Banning. "We'd better take to the trenches." These had been dug the day before and deepened during the past hour. Carver issued the necessary commands and the defenders, except ten pickets, concealed themselves in their earthen shelters.
The gunnery of the Chinese artilleryman improved, and gaunt breaches were formed in the walls. One by one the towers crumbled. Each well-placed sh.e.l.l was signalized by cheers from the Dyaks and Malays.
The sh.e.l.ling finally ceased abruptly. Carver and Banning surveyed the scene. A ruin of fallen stones and splintered logs was all that lay between them and the horde of over three thousand pirates and Malay and Dyak rebels. The natives were forming for a charge.
Carver took the lieutenant's hand in his own firm grip.
"This is probably the end," he said. "I'm glad to die fighting in such good company."
CHAPTER XXIX
A WOMAN'S HEART
Lying on the bamboo floor of the jungle hut which Muller had spoken of, his hands and feet firmly bound, and a Dyak guard armed with spear and kris at the door, Peter Gross thought over the events of his administration as resident of Bulungan. His thoughts were not pleasant.
Shame filled his heart and reddened his brow as he thought of how confidently he had a.s.sumed his mission, how firmly he had believed himself to be the chosen instrument of destiny to restore order in the distracted colony and punish those guilty of heinous crimes, and how arrogantly he had rejected the sage advice of his elders.
He recollected old Sachsen's warning and his own impatient reply--the event that he deemed so preposterous at that time and old Sachsen had foreseen had actually come to pa.s.s. He had fallen victim to Koyala's wiles. And she had betrayed him. Bitterly he cursed his stupid folly, the folly that had led him to enter the jungle with her, the folly of that mad moment when temptation had a.s.sailed him where man is weakest.
In his bitter self-excoriation he had no thought of condemnation for her. The fault was his, he vehemently a.s.sured himself, las.h.i.+ng himself with the scorpions of self-reproach. She was what nature and the sin of her father had made her, a child of two alien, unincorporable races, a daughter of the primitive, wild, untamed, uncontrolled, loving fiercely, hating fiercely, capable of supremest sacrifice, capable, too, of the most fiendish cruelty.
He had taken this creature and used her for his own ends, he had praised her, petted her, treated her as an equal, companion, and helpmate. Then, when that moment of madness was upon them both, he had suddenly wounded her acutely sensitive, bitterly proud soul by drawing the bar sinister.
How she must have suffered! He winced at the thought of the pain he had inflicted. She could not be blamed, no, the fault was his, he acknowledged. He should have considered that he was dealing with a creature of flesh and blood, a woman with youth, and beauty, and pa.s.sion. If he, who so fondly dreamed that his heart was marble, could fall so quickly and so fatally, could he censure her?
Carver, too, had warned him. Not once, but many times, almost daily. He had laughed at the warnings, later almost quarreled. What should he say if he ever saw Carver again? He groaned.
There was a soft swish of skirts. Koyala stood before him. She gazed at him coldly. There was neither hate nor love in her eyes, only indifference. In her hand she held a dagger. Peter Gross returned her gaze without flinching.
"You are my prisoner, _orang blanda_," she said. "Mine only. This hut is mine. We are alone here, in the jungle, except for one of my people."
"You may do with me as you will, Koyala," Peter Gross replied weariedly.
Koyala started, and looked at him keenly.
"I have come to carry you away," she announced.
Peter Gross looked at her in silence.
"But first there are many things that we must talk about," she said.
Peter Gross rose to a sitting posture. "I am listening," he announced.
Koyala did not reply at once. She was gazing fixedly into his eyes, those frank, gray eyes that had so often looked clearly and honestly into hers as he enthusiastically spoke of their joint mission in Bulungan. A half-sob broke in her throat, but she restrained it fiercely.
"Do you remember, _mynheer_, when we first met?" she asked.
"It was at the mouth of the Abbas River, was it not? At Wolang's village?"
"Why did you laugh at me then?" she exclaimed fiercely.
The Argus Pheasant Part 46
You're reading novel The Argus Pheasant Part 46 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
The Argus Pheasant Part 46 summary
You're reading The Argus Pheasant Part 46. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: John Charles Beecham already has 593 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- The Argus Pheasant Part 45
- The Argus Pheasant Part 47