Lisle was lying with his rifle on the spot.

Presently the opening was obscured, and he fired at once.
"Thank you!" the sergeant said.

"You got him, sure enough.

The head did not disappear to one side or to the other, but went straight back.

I fancy that you must have hit him between the eyes." Presently the enemy's fire became still more furious and, several times, some of them rose and ran two paces forward, but only to fall prone under the defenders' fire.
"I expect they see help coming up," Lisle said, "and are making a last effort to wipe us out before they arrive.
"I think they will try a rush," he continued, in a louder voice; "see that your magazines are filled up, lads, and don't waste a shot if they come at us." A minute later there was a shrill and prolonged cry and, at once, twenty dark figures burst from their shelter and rushed forward.
The defenders also sprang to their feet, and their rifles flashed out with a stream of fire.