“They are moving,” said Miss Anstrade, who was keeping watch, “and coming this way.”
Chapter Twenty Four.
The Attack.
“They are coming this way,” said Miss Anstrade.
“Open fire at them,” said Hume, “when they come within range,” and he stooped his back to widen the trench around the little camp.
Webster drove in his pick, and looked sidelong at Laura, who stood with her rifle in her hand, staring blankly at Hume.
“I may hit them,” she said falteringly.
“So much the better,” was the grim response.