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Mass' George: A Boy's Adventures in the Old Savannah, a novel by George Manville Fenn |
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_ CHAPTER THIRTY SIX. Certainly there was a body of our defenders five-and-twenty yards away in one direction, and sixty in another; but while the alarm was spreading a dozen active Indians would be able to scale the fence. At least so it seemed to me, as without hesitation I uttered a wild cry for help, Pomp raising his voice to supplement mine. "Here! This way! Here! Indians!" I shouted; and I heard the sound of hurrying feet, and a sharp decisive order or two being given; but at the same moment there was a peculiar scraping sound on the rough fence which told me that the Indians were climbing over, and I stood hesitating, puzzled as to whether it was my duty to run or stop where I was, so as to keep up the alarm and guide our people through the darkness to the exact spot. All this was a matter of moments, and I hesitated too long. I was conscious of our people being close at hand; then of feeling Pomp dragging at me, and saying something excitedly. Then it was as if a big mass had fallen from above, and I lay crushed down and senseless in a darkness far greater than that of the night. When I came to my senses again, I found that I was lying on my face with something heavy across me, from beneath which I managed to creep at last, shuddering the while, as I felt that it was the body of a dead or wounded man. Everything about me was still, but I could hear voices at a distance, and I wondered what had taken place, and why I was left there like that. It was very puzzling, for my head was so confused that I could not recollect what had taken place before, so as to understand why it was that I was lying out there in the darkness, close to this wounded man. At last I concluded to shout for help, and my lips parted, but no sound came. This startled me, and I began to tremble, for it was all so new and strange. But by degrees my brain grew clearer, and I began to have faint rays of understanding penetrate my darkened mind. These grew brighter and brighter, till at last I was able to understand that I had been struck down by a tremendous blow on the head, the very realisation of that fact being accompanied by such acute pain, that I was glad to lie there perfectly inert without thinking at all. But this fit did not last long, and I could see now the matter in its true light, and it all came back about how I gave the alarm, and must have been standing there as the Indians came over, and I was struck down at once. Then as I lay there in the darkness, I began to recall how I had been lying with some one across me, and half suffocating me. I had crawled away a few yards in my half insensible condition, but now a shuddering desire came over me to creep back, and find out who it was that lay there dead or dying. It was terrible, that feeling, for I felt that I must go, and as I crept back, it was with the idea that it was probably one of those who would be the first to rush to the defence of the palisade, and in a confused, half-dreamy way, I found myself combating the fancy that it might be my father. I paused when about half-way back, afraid to go farther, but the intense desire to know the worst came over me again, and I crept on and then stopped with my hand raised, and held suspended over the prostrate figure, afraid to move it and touch the body. At last, and I uttered a faint sigh full of relief, for my hand had fallen upon the bare breast of a man, and I knew that it must be one of the Indians. It was puzzling that he and I should be there, and no one near, for I could not detect the presence of either of the sentries. Where was everybody? Some one was coming, though, the next minute, for I heard soft footsteps, and then the murmur of voices, which came nearer and nearer till I heard a familiar voice say-- "Oh, Mass' George, do 'peak." I tried to obey, but no sound would come, even now that I felt a vast sense of relief, for I knew that I must have been hurt, and the two blacks were in search of me. "Ah, here him are," suddenly cried Pomp, and I next felt two great hands lifting me gently, and I was carried through the darkness to what I knew must be the block-house, where I had some recollection of being laid down. Then I directly went off to sleep, and did not awake till nearly day, to see a black face close to the rough pallet on which I lay, and as the day grew broader, I made out that it was Pomp watching by my side. "Mass' George better now?" "Better? Yes; I am not ill," I said, and I tried to get up, but lay still again, for the effort seemed to give me a violent pain in the head which made me groan. "Mass' George not seem very better." "But I am. I'll get up directly. But tell me, Pomp, how was it all?" "How was?" "Yes; how did it happen?" "Done know, Mass' George. 'Pose Injum come over big fence and jump on and knock poor lil nigger and Mass' George down. Den um hab big fight an kill de Injum, an noder big fight by de gate an kill more Injum, and den Injum say good-night, time go to bed, an dat's all." "The Indians gone?" "Yes; all gone." "Then we have beaten them. Hurrah! Oh, my head!" "Hurrah--oh my head!" cried Pomp, in imitation. "Why say 'Hurrah! Oh, my head'?" "Oh, don't, Pomp. You make me laugh." "Dat right; glad see Mass' George laugh. Mass' George couldn't laugh lil bit when Pomp fess um fader carry um." "No; I remember now. I had forgotten." "Mass' Dockor say good job Mass' George got tick head, or kill um." "Did the doctor say that, Pomp?" "Yes, Mass' Dockor say dat. Injum hit um wif um lil chopper, same time some one shoot and kill Injum; den Pomp knock down, and all jump on um, and dey pick um up, and take um 'way, and bring um here." "Then were you hurt too?" "Yes, hurt dreffle, and dockor laugh, and say nuffum matter wif um, and send um 'way 'gain. Den Pomp go an' fine um fader, and come an' fine Mass' George, and bring um here. Dockor no laugh at Mass' George, ony say, 'Poor fellow!' and 'Put um to bed,' an' 'Good job um got such tick head,' and put plaster on um." I raised my hand to my head, and sure enough there was some sticking-plaster there. "Does my father know?" I said, as a sudden thought occurred to me. "Pomp done know, Mass' George. Haben see Mass' Capen long time." Our conversation was checked by the entrance of the doctor, who smiled as he saw me sitting up on the rude bed. "Well, squire," he said, "you seem determined to be a patient. How are you now?" "My head aches a good deal." "No wonder, my lad, you got an ugly crack with the flat of a tomahawk. The man must have slipped as he was leaping from the fence. A narrow escape for you." "But the Indians are beaten off," I said, eagerly. "For the present at all events. But they may attack again to-night, and I am beginning to be busy." "Must I stop here, sir?" "Certainly not, if you feel well enough to get up." At that moment a shadow darkened the door, and my father came in quickly, followed by Hannibal. "George? Hurt?" he exclaimed, huskily. "Not much, father," I said, "and the doctor says I may get up." "Thank Heaven!" muttered my father. Then aloud, "I have only just heard from Hannibal here. You gave me a terrible fright." My father took hold of my hands to hold them in his for a few moments, as he looked full in my eyes; and I wondered at it, for I was not old enough then to understand his emotion, nor to think I was bad enough to stop in bed. Ten minutes later I was out in the enclosure, and learned a little more about what had taken place after I was knocked down insensible. How there had been several hand-to-hand encounters where the Indians had determinedly climbed over and gained a footing, from which they were dislodged directly, with the result that several were killed and wounded--four of our party also having ugly wounds. As I was going across the enclosure, hearing how the enemy had been finally beaten off, and had retreated into the forest, where it was not considered safe to follow them, Colonel Preston met us, looking jaded and anxious, but his face brightened up as he saw me, and he came up and shook hands. "Why, George Bruton, you are a lucky fellow," he cried, laughingly. "Two wounds. This is grand. Of course he must be promoted, Bruton, as soon as peace is proclaimed." "Why, George," said my father, as we went on, "what's the matter?" "I don't like to be laughed at, father," I said; "and Colonel Preston was making fun of me, as if I were a little child." "He did not mean it unkindly. There, come and have some light breakfast, and you must keep out of the sun." _ |
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