. The boy traders, or, The sportsman's club among the Boers . f the bullets from their 294 THE sportsmans club doable-barrels, caught up their sixteen-shooters,and pumped the shots right and left. The maga-zines were emptied in a trice, and then the threehunters hastily ducked their heads and crouchedclose behind the walls of their hiding-place, hold-ing their breath in dread suspense, and waiting forsome of the wounded members of the troop toprecipitate themselves into the shooting-hole. Butnothing of the kind happened. All was still out-side. Thej heard only the beating of their ownhearts. W
. The boy traders, or, The sportsman's club among the Boers . f the bullets from their 294 THE sportsmans club doable-barrels, caught up their sixteen-shooters,and pumped the shots right and left. The maga-zines were emptied in a trice, and then the threehunters hastily ducked their heads and crouchedclose behind the walls of their hiding-place, hold-ing their breath in dread suspense, and waiting forsome of the wounded members of the troop toprecipitate themselves into the shooting-hole. Butnothing of the kind happened. All was still out-side. Thej heard only the beating of their ownhearts. We must have hit those we killed, Fred ven-tured to whisper at last. Probably we did, returned Archie. Wecouldnt have killed them unless we hit them. I mean we must have killed all we hit andfrightened the rest away, said Fred. ^ If therewere any wounded ones among them they wouldhave been in here before this time. The others were very willing to accept this asthe reason why they had not all been torn in pieceslong ago. It put new life and courage into them,. AMONG THE BOERS. 295 and having pushed a cartridge into their breech-loaders, they raised their heads cautiously abovethe bank to take a survey of the scene of theslaughter. They could not see a single lion orhear anything of one; but they heard somethingelse—a heavy tramping of feet and a confusedmurmur of voices. They looked hastily around,and saw a bright light shining above the bankbehind them. Uncle Dicks coming ! cried Fred; and thenext moment the old sailor appeared at the top ofthe bank, closely followed by the rest of the party,two of whom carried firebrands in their hands. 296 CHAPTER XV. Wheres my horse? TTTHAT is it, boys? asked Uncle Dick, liisvoice trembling with excitement andalarm. Anybody hurt? No, sir, replied Eugene, drawing a long breathof relief; but if you look about a little youll findsome thing out there thats hurt. We havent firedthirty-nine shots for nothing, I tell you. What was it, anyhow? aske
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