greater momentum.
"Howld on a minit, me frind," said Paddy, who had quietly turned the key
and laid hold of the handle; "let me git well out o' the way, and give
me warnin' before you come."
"All right. Now then, look out!" cried Stalker.
Those inside heard the rapid little run that a man takes before
launching himself violently against an object. Flinders flung the door
wide open in the nick of time. The robber's foot dashed into empty
space, and the robber himself plunged headlong, with a tremendous crash,
on the floor. At the same instant Flinders brought his billet of wood
down with all his might on the spot where he guessed the man's head to
be. The blow was well aimed, and rendered the robber chief incapable of
further action for the time being.
"Faix, ye'll not `hoot' to yer frinds this night, anyhow," said
Flinders, as they dragged the fallen chief to the doorway, to make sure,
by the faint light, that he was helpless. "Now, thin," continued Paddy,
"we'll away an' lead the boys to battle. You go an' muster them, sor,
an' I'll take ye to the inimy."
"Have you seen their ambush, and how many there are!" asked Gashford.
"Niver a wan have I seen, and I've only a gineral notion o' their
whereabouts."
"How then can you lead us?"
"Obey orders, an' you'll see, sor. I'm in command to-night. If ye
don't choose to foller, ye'll have to do the best ye can widout me."
"Lead on, then," cried Gashford, half amused and half angered by the
man's behaviour.
Flinders led the way straight to Gashford's hut where, as he
anticipated, the man named Bill had silently collected most of the
able-bodied men of the camp, all armed to the teeth. He at once desired
Gashford to put them in fighting order and lead them. When they were
ready he went off at a rapid pace towards the stable before mentioned.
"They should be hereabouts, Muster Gashford," he said, in a low voice,
"so git yer troops ready for action."
"What do ye mean?" growled Gashford.
To this Flinders made no reply, but turning to Westly and Brixton, who
stood close at his side, whispered them to meet him at the stable before
the fight was quite over.
He then put his hand to his mouth and uttered three hoots like an owl.
"I believe you are humbugging us," said Gashford.
"Whisht, sor--listen!"
The breaking of twigs was heard faintly in the distance, and, a few
moments later, the tramp, apparently, of a body of men. Presently dark
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