"Come, darling," he said, "there is not a moment to lose. We must
get out of this as soon as we can.
"Come along, Anna.
"Thompson, do you look after her. I will see to Miss Greendale."
Just as they reached the others, a volley was fired from the
village by the blacks of Carthew's party, who were armed with
muskets. Then they, with thirty other negroes, rushed out with loud
shouts.
"Don't fire until they are close," Frank shouted. "Now let them
have it."
The volley poured into them, at but ten paces distance, had a
deadly effect. The blacks paused for a moment, and the rescuing
party, led by George Lechmere and Dominique, rushed at them. The
sailors' pistols cracked out, and then they charged, cutlass in
hand.
For a moment the blacks stood, but the fierce attack was too much
for them, and they again fled to the village.
"Stop, Dominique!" Frank shouted, for the big pilot, who had
already cut down three of his opponents, was hotly pursuing them.
"We must make for the path at once."
Chapter 18.
In a couple of minutes they had gained it.
"Anyone hurt?" Frank asked.
One of the boatmen had an arm broken by a bullet, and two of the
sailors had received spear wounds at the hands of the villagers.
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