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I ran off, followed by Pomp, and soon found Colonel Preston and gave him my father's message, as he was leading some more men to where the firing was fiercest.
"Yes, yes, of course," he said, angrily. "It is not likely it has been forgotten."
I drew back at his words, and felt that I should like the General to have heard my father's message; and just then I came upon Morgan running, loaded with ammunition, to the other side.
"Where is the General?" I asked.
"Over here, lad, where I'm going. Don't stop me."
But I did stop him to tell him my father's words.
"Of course it is!" replied Morgan, as sharply as the Colonel had spoken.
And I have often thought about it since--that such a slip should have been made by two gentlemen, both of whom had had great experience in military matters. But, of course, in the excitement of the double advance, and with so few men at their call, it was easy to think of nothing but repelling that attack, the more especially as there were men posted all round.
My answers were so unsatisfactory for taking back to where my father was, that I determined to go over to the part in question, and see how it was for myself.
As I hurried on, my course lay round the heap of ashes and burnt wood which had formed the block-house; and curiously weird it all seemed to be, with the flashes and heavy reports of the pieces to right, and left, mingled with the savage yells of the attacking Indians, who, as far as I could tell, seemed to be striving to beat back our men from the fence.
It was darker than ever as I got round the remains of the fort, and knowing that the ground there was free from impediment, I was in the act of breaking into a trot, when there was a curious stifled sound in front--a noise as of an axe falling on wood; and my companion sprang at me and dragged me back.
"Ma.s.s' George," he whispered, "Injum dah. Come ober big fence."
I was too late, and yet not too late to give warning.
"Run and tell Colonel Preston," I said in a whisper. "Quick."
Pomp was too well accustomed to obey to hesitate, and he ran off in one direction round the ruins to where the colonel was defending the palisade, while I darted off in the other, rushed right up to where the General was standing calmly enough giving directions.
As I reached him I heard him utter the word, "Forward!" and about twenty men moving round, and were evidently going up to the part from which I had come.
My news resulted in their recall, and that of the men defending the palisade, orders being given to fall back toward the rough defence made in the centre of the enclosure, which we reached in safety, just as we found that Colonel Preston's men were falling back towards us, firing as they came, but toward the direction from which the new danger threatened.
The way in which the defence had been planned stood us in good stead now, for as our party was halted, waiting for the colonel's men, a loud yelling came from behind the block-house ruins, and the rapid beat of feet told plainly enough that a large body of the enemy had clambered in and were coming on.
Any want of prompt.i.tude would have resulted in the Indians getting between our two little forces; but a sharp order was given, and a volley rattled out--the flas.h.i.+ng of the pieces showing in a dimly-seen line the fierce faces of our enemies, who appeared to be thrown into confusion, but who still came on, when a second volley was poured into them, and that was followed by one from the Colonel's men, the last checking them so effectually that we had time to get well behind the breastwork and reload.
I say we, though I was unarmed, but still I had played my part; and as soon as I could get through the men crowded behind our last defence, I hurried to where my father was anxiously awaiting my return, and the report which I had to make.
CHAPTER FORTY NINE.
"It was a mistake--a mistake," said my father, excitedly; "but I might have made it if I had been in the hurry and excitement there. Resting here I had plenty of time to think."
At that moment the firing began to be fiercer, and my father groaned aloud.
"Oh, it is pitiable!" he said, "obliged to lie by here, and not able to help. Here, George, go to the front; don't get into danger. Keep well under cover. I want you to take pity on me, my boy. Do you hear?"
"Yes, father; but I don't understand."
"Can't you see my position? I am helpless, and my friends and companions are fighting for our lives. I want you to keep running to and fro so as to let me know what is going on, and--mind this--keep nothing back."
"Nothing, father?" I said.
"Nothing."
I hesitated a few moments, and then with the reality of the horror impressed more and more by the shouting, yelling, and rapid firing going on, I told him about Morgan and the other men, even to finding the opened keg and loose powder.
"Great heavens!" he muttered as I finished; and I looked at him to hear what more he would say, but he remained silent.
"Shall I send Morgan to you, father?" I said.
He remained silent for a few moments, and then said softly--
"No."
There was another pause, during which the firing grew more fierce.
"George."
"Yes, father."
"Go to and fro, as I told you, and keep me well informed till you think matters are growing desperate. Then seize your chance, run down to the water's edge, swim to one of the boats, and try and escape."
"Without you, father?"
He caught my hand.
"You could not escape with me, my boy," he said. "There, do as I command. I can give you no farther advice, only use your own judgment as to where you will go."
"But, father--"
"Silence! Is Hannibal there?" he said, raising his voice.
"Yes, ma.s.sa."
"Here, my man," continued my father, as the great black came to him.
"You will try and serve me, will you not?"
"Ma.s.sa want Han do somefin?"
"Yes. There is great danger from the Indians. I want you to stay with and help my son; when the time comes, you will swim with him to a boat, and try and get away."
"And carry ma.s.sa down to the boat?"
"No. Save my son. Now go with him at once." His words were so imperative that we both left him, and I went back toward where the fighting was going on, with Han following me like a great black shadow, till, all at once, he touched me on the arm.
"Yes," I said.