[The Rifle Rangers by Captain Mayne Reid]@TWC D-Link bookThe Rifle Rangers CHAPTER TEN 12/12
The cold blade snapped between his teeth like an icicle. Not above twelve inches remained with the hilt; and with this I hacked and fought with the energy of despair. My situation had now grown critical indeed.
The girls had reached the bank, and stood screaming upon the parapet. At length the elder seized upon a pole, and, lifting it with all her might, leaped back into the basin, and was hastening to my rescue, when a stream of fire was poured through the leaves of the plantains: I heard a sharp crack--the short humming whiz of a bullet--and a large form, followed by half a dozen others, emerged from the grove, and, rushing over the wall, plunged into the pond. I heard a loud plashing in the water--the shouts of men, the clashing of bayonets; and then saw the reptile roll over, pierced by a dozen wounds..
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