Nor did the hissing, spluttering war-rockets, tearing through their centre, repel their determined advance.
It seemed for a time that win the battle they must, by mere force of numbers.
Their terrible yelling now increased. All savages make these sounds, which they believe paralyses the enemy. Our brave Jacks and Joes, however, don't paralyse worth a groat. They were now formed into squares for a time, which the Ju-Ju's devils could not break.
Revolvers did lovely work!
Again and again the black savages advanced, only to be hurled back.
Then they threw their spears.
This was nasty, and wounded many of the man-o'-war's men.
"Fix bayonets!" cried Flint.
The bayonets were really cutlasses, and our fellows know how to use them too.
"Charge!"