“Hooray!” I yelled.
“Yes! what?” roared the captain and Mr Reardon together.
“Chinese running in a regular stream away from the shore; making for the woods. One down—another down.”
At the same moment almost came a couple of volleys, then several men went down, and the crackle of firing commenced again.
“Go on, Herrick!” cried Mr Reardon.
“Our fellows ashore, and running Jacks and jollies together, sir. Stopping to fire. Running again.”
“And the enemy?”
“Running like deer, sir. More of them down. Making for the wood.”
“One man stopped, sir, and returning.”
“Yes, yes, that’s good. What now?”