Part 46 (2/2)

_Bang_!

It was not a loud report, only that of the rifle fired by the sentry on the ridge; and immediately the men stood to their arms, and were ready for what promised to be an interruption.

”See the sentry, Mr Herrick?” cried the lieutenant.

”Yes, sir,” I said; ”he's running in fast.”

The next minute the man came up, breathless.

”Strong body of John Chinamans, sir, coming across from over yonder.”

”Time we were off, then,” said Mr Reardon; and, giving the word, we started away at the ”double” from before the empty stores and huts, toward the creek.

Our run through the wood, though, was soon brought to a walk, for we overtook the last laden men, and had to accommodate our pace to theirs.

But they hurried on pretty quickly, reached the boat just as another empty one returned; the loading was finished, and as soon as the boat was ready, an addition was made to her freight in the shape of a dozen Jacks and marines, and she pushed off just as a loud yelling was heard from the direction of the empty stores.

”They'll be down on us directly,” muttered Mr Reardon; and we all crowded into the empty boat and pushed off after the loaded one, but had not descended the creek far before we were stopped by the loaded boat, and had to arrange our pace by hers.

”Now for a slow crawl,” I thought, ”and they'll be after us directly.”

A loud bang behind us told that I was right, and the handful of rough slugs in the heavy matchlock flew spattering amongst the leaves overhead, cutting off twigs which fell into the boat.

”Lie down all who can,” cried the lieutenant; and we waited for the next shot, which, to be rather Irish, was half-a-dozen in a scattered volley.

But though the twigs and leaves came showering down, no one was. .h.i.t; and the c.o.xswain steadily poled us along as fast as the progress of the other boat would allow.

I saw that Mr Reardon was on the _qui vive_ to order a return of the fire; but so far we could not see from whence it came, and it seemed as if nothing could be done but keep steadily on with our retreat.

”They might have given us another half-hour, Herrick,” he said. ”I should like to get the boys on board unhurt.”

”Think they can get on ahead, sir?” I whispered.

”I hope not. The forest on each side is so dense that I don't fancy they can get along any faster than we do. Make haste, my lads, make haste,” he said, almost in a whisper; ”we shall have it dark here under these trees before long.”

Crash came another volley, accompanied by a savage yelling, but we were so low down between the muddy banks that again the slugs went pattering over our heads.

”Would you mind pa.s.sing the word to the other boat, messmate,” said a familiar voice. ”Tell 'em not to hurry themselves, as we're very comfortable.”

”Who's that? Silence!” cried Mr Reardon.

No reply came to his question, but I could hear the men chuckling.

The next minute they were serious enough, for there was a burst of voices from very near at hand.

”Aim low, my lads,” said Mr Reardon. ”You six in the stern-sheets, as near to where the shooting is as you can.”

The rifles were levelled, three of the barrels being pa.s.sed over our shoulders. Then came the usual orders, and the pieces went off like one.

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