Black Arrow, the Avenger — page 82: what you’re looking at

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86 BLACK ARROW, THE AVENGER. Still the white Indians gradually approached the camp, and affairs began to look blue for its defenders. While matters were in this condition, the attack seemed to be gradually con- centrated on the side next to the river, and the wagoners grad- ually concentrated. there to meet it. Then it was that John Wilson, who had just bound up his leg; called. to his friends to hasten to the other side, as the real attack was about to be made at that point. Over they went, pell-mell, leaving but Gitta: or four to an- swer the fire of the enemy onthe slope. Sure enough, a dozen men were riding toward the camp as fust us their horses could carry them. To the astonishment of those who had hurried to meet them, a few rifle-shots were sufficient to»send these bold ‘riders to the right about, and’ they went off without a wound, © - Jobn- SPaaareeees er9ag,: Mer Chee: The attach; oh:the horsemen was only a feint.. He had_ hardly finished wonder- ing at the easy rout of the enemy, when the cries of his com- panions on the other side told him that the men onthe slepe had burst into'the camp. All hastened to drive them out, and, the struggle was a hard one, though finally successful. ‘The assailants were driven out, bearing off all their wounded, except one man, who had crawled under a wagon.) . This temporary victory was dearly: purchased by the de- fenders vf the camp. Six of them were down, including Wil- son, whe had received a much more serious wound than that in his leg. He was carried to a place of comparative safety, and his wound was looked to by Miriam Boyd, all the men being needed for fighting. . “ Bad enough, Miriam,” he said, in answer to her question concerning his wound. “Iam afraid that we will never get away from here alive. It is not likely that I will, and I am fearful for the rest of you. Those wretches want our plunder, and mean to have it. I would wish it all sunk in the sea, if your life might be spared. We can never stand another rush dike that. Are they coming again ?” “Never mind them now. Let me first attend to your wound.” ab escape #8 ol mpwt keow: whather rye are Gom- = conmiclooolkks. conn