Part 24 (2/2)

Jack took command, of course.

”Don't shoot, boys, even if they shoot at us,” he said. ”They can do little damage that way, as we have this wooden barrier to stop their bullets. What we've got to look out for is a rush, and we must reserve our fire to repel that with.”

”Hadn't some of us better go to the rear of the house?” asked Harry.

”They may rush us from that direction.”

”No,” answered Jack. ”There's no opening to the house on that side; and we have no barrier there to fight behind. If they attack from that direction we must fight from inside the house. Suppose you go in Harry and knock out three or four pieces of c.h.i.n.king about breast high, so as to give us a port hole to fire through. Keep a keen look out through the crack, and if they advance from that direction call us at once. But don't any of you shoot, front or rear, till they make a rush.”

As he spoke, two or three shots came from the enemy in front, the bullets burying themselves harmlessly in the wooden barrier well below the feet of the boys, as they stood on the platform, for the barrier could not be seen in the darkness, and the men shooting aimed at about where they thought a man's breast would be if he stood upon the ground.

The temptation to return the fire was almost irresistible, particularly to Tom, who had his magazine rifle in hand. But Jack resolutely insisted upon reserving fire in order to be ready to repel a charge whenever it should come.

The light was now growing stronger and here and there it was possible to make out one of the enemy, crouching behind a rock or in some little depression of the ground. Enough of them could be seen by this time to show clearly that they outnumbered the garrison of Camp Venture more than four or five to one. Somebody remarked upon this fact, whereupon Jack replied, still speaking in a whisper:

”That's true! But if they make the rush that I'm expecting they won't outnumber us much by the time they get here.”

As the light grew still stronger, Tom set his gun down, e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. ”Well, well, well.”

”What is it, Tom?” asked the Doctor.

”Why, those aren't moons.h.i.+ners, but revenue officers and soldiers!”

A little further scrutiny convinced the boys that Tom's keen eyes had seen aright. The bullets were still pattering now and then against the wooden parapet, but evidently the enemy was not yet ready to make the charge which alone could give him possession of the fortress.

Tom felt in his pocket, drew out a handkerchief and tied it to the end of his gun. Then he descended the little ladder to the ground.

”What are you going to do Tom?” asked Jack.

”Why, I'm going out under a flag of truce to explain to those fellows what a stupid blunder they've made. They've mistaken Camp Venture for an illicit distillery, as if anybody would set up a still in such an open place as this.”

”But wait, Tom! It is still so dark that they may not see your flag of truce. They may all fire at you at once. Wait till broad daylight comes.”

”Yes,” answered Tom, ”and in the meantime those fellows may make their charge,--they're forming for it now,--and in that case we'll have to shoot half of them. No, I'm going out with my flag of truce now, and I'll simply have to take the chances of getting shot.”

With that he pa.s.sed around the end of the barrier and sallied forth, holding his flag of truce above him and calling as he went ”Truce!

Truce! A flag of truce! I bear a flag of truce! Don't shoot!”

Nevertheless several bullets from improved army rifles pa.s.sed uncomfortably close to him--one of them cutting a hole through the top of one of his boots--before the officer in command of the a.s.sailing party could be made to understand the nature of Tom's mission. At last he understood it and calling to Tom to halt where he stood, which was about midway between the two forces--the lieutenant who commanded the troops, hoisted another white handkerchief and went out to meet the boy.

To him Tom explained the nature and purpose of Camp Venture and invited him and his party to come in and inspect the place for themselves.

The lieutenant looked at him incredulously at first, and then laughed.

”That's a good one on us!” he said presently, ”if what you say is true.”

”I never tell lies!” said Tom, in resentment.

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