Part 3 (1/2)

”Let us get as near as we can before we begin to shout, Beric. They may run back a few paces at our voice, but will speedily rally.”

Holding their spears in readiness for action they ran forward. When within thirty yards of the hut Boduoc raised his voice in a wild yell, Beric adding his cry and then shouting, ”Unbar your door and stand to close it as we enter.”

There was, however, no occasion for haste. Boduoc's sudden yell completely scared the wolves, and with whimpers of dismay they scattered in all directions. The door opened as Beric and his companion came up, and they rushed in and closed it after them.

A fire burned on the hearth. A dead wolf lay on the ground, the children crouched in terror on a pile of rushes, and a woman stood with a spear in her hand.

”Thanks to our country's G.o.ds you have come!” she said. ”A few minutes later and all would have been over with me and my children.

See, one has already made his way through the roof, and in half a dozen places they have scratched holes well nigh large enough to pa.s.s through.”

”We heard your cry,” Beric said, ”and hastened forward at the top of our speed.”

”It was for you that I called,” the woman said. ”By what you said this morning I judged you would be returning about this hour, and it was in hopes you might hear me that I cried out, for I knew well that no one else would be likely to be within earshot.”

”Where is your husband?” Beric asked.

”He started this afternoon for Cardun. He and all the able bodied men were ordered to a.s.semble there tonight in readiness to begin the war against the wolves at daybreak. There is no other house within a mile, and even had they heard me there they could have given me no a.s.sistance, seeing there are but women and children remaining behind.”

”They are coming again,” Boduoc broke in; ”I can hear their feet pattering on the dead leaves. Which shall we do, Beric, pile more wood on the fire, or let it go out altogether? I think that we shall do better without it; it is from the roof that they will attack, and if we have a light here we cannot see them till they are ready to leap down; whereas, if we are in darkness we may be able to make them out when they approach the holes, or as they pa.s.s over any of the crevices.”

”I don't know, Boduoc; I think we shall do better if we have light. We may not make them out so well, but at least we can use our spears better than we could in the dark, when we might strike them against the rafters or thick branches.”

The woman at once gathered some of the pieces of wood that had fallen through as the wolves made the holes and put them on the hearth, where they soon blazed up brightly.

”I will take this big hole,” Boduoc said, ”it is the only one by which they can come down at present. Do you try and prevent them from enlarging any of the others.”

There was a sudden thump overhead, followed almost immediately by several others.

”They get up by the wood pile,” the woman said. ”It is against that side of the hut, and reaches nearly up to the eaves.”

There was a sharp yell as Boduoc thrust his spear up through the hole when he saw a pair of eyes, s.h.i.+ning in the firelight, appear at the edge. At the same moment there was a sound of sc.r.a.ping and scratching at some of the other holes. The roof was constructed of rough poles laid at short distances apart, and above these were small branches, on which was a sort of thatch of reeds and rushes.

Standing close under one of the holes Beric could see nothing, but from the sound of the scratching he could tell from which side the wolf was at work enlarging it. He carefully thrust the point of his spear through the branches and gave a sudden lunge upwards.

A fierce yell was heard, followed by the sound of a body rolling down the roof, and then a struggle accompanied by angry snarling and growling outside.

”That is one less, Beric,” Boduoc said. ”I fancy I only scratched mine. Ah!” he exclaimed suddenly, as without the least warning a wolf sprang down through the hole. Before it could gather its legs under it for a fresh spring Beric and the woman both thrust their spears deeply into it, Boduoc keeping his eyes fixed on the hole, and making a lunge as another wolf peered down in readiness to spring after the one that had entered.

For hours the fight went on. Gradually the holes, in spite of the efforts of the defenders, were enlarged, and the position became more and more critical. At least twenty of the wolves were slain; but as the attack was kept up as vigorously as at first, it was evident that fresh reinforcements had arrived to the a.s.sailants.

”We cannot keep them out much longer, Beric,” Boduoc said at last.

”It seems to me that our only plan is to fire the hut, and then, each taking a child, to make a rush across to the trees and climb them. The sudden burst of fire will drive them back for a little, and we may make good our retreat to the trees.”

”What time is it, think you, Boduoc?”

”It must be two or three hours past midnight, and if Borgon carried out my instructions help ought to be near at hand. I would that we could let them know of our peril.”

”There is a cow horn,” the woman said, pointing to the corner of the hut. ”My husband uses it for calling in the cattle.”

Boduoc seized the horn and blew a deep hollow blast upon it. There was a sudden pattering of feet overhead and then silence.

”That has scared them,” Beric said. ”Blow again, Boduoc; if we can but gain half an hour our friends may be up.”