D’Arcy crept forward and, squinting through the small loop-hole, fired twice. He gave a grunt of great satisfaction.
“That’s one less.”
A fusillade of shots came from the ravine. They ripped through the thick logs and out the 217 other side. D’Arcy drew in his breath with a hiss.
“They’ll get us when the light goes,” he said.
“Hell they will!”
“Looky here,” said Shanks, “let’s hike out and get at ’em. Can’t shoot through these little slits.”
“They’re about four to one—and there are at least six rifles there,” said D’Arcy.
Shanks sneered.
“They couldn’t hit an iceberg.”
“Reckon they could, with an arrow,” growled Lonagon. “We’d be crazed to go out there.”