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I will get a stick from the fire." The boys separated, one going each way. The Spaniard, still bewildered by the stunning blow he had received, hesitated a moment, and then rushed at Jack, who darted round the fire. Hawtry seized the rifle, and with the butt-end attacked the Spaniard, who turned to defend himself.
As they were passing through a dark and silent street they suddenly heard a sound of shouting and the clash of weapons, the fall of heavy bodies, and the tramping of feet. Then a window was dashed open, a voice shouted, "Help!" and then the strife continued as before. "Come on, Archer," Hawtry exclaimed. "There are some of our fellows in a row with these Greeks."
Indeed, with their arms bound by their side, the only way of doing so was by lying flat upon their backs. With the early dawn they were awake. "I expect they are getting up steam on board the 'Falcon," Hawtry said, "and no doubt there is a nice row over our being missing. I'd give a good sum, if I had it to give, to be back on her decks again."
Now, I vote we both get off our mules and decline to go a step farther." "All right," Jack said. "I shall know a good deal better what I am doing on my feet than I shall perched up here!" The two boys at once slid off their mules to the ground. "There is no turning there," Hawtry said, turning to the hill.
"I'm not so sure of that," said Mrs. Hawtry. Cecelia Anne was allowed to run. First, in a girl's race among the giggling, amateurish, self-conscious girls whom she outdistanced by a lap or two and, later, in the race for all winners, where she had to compete with Charlie Anderson, the beau of the hotel, Len Fogarty, the milkman's son, and her own incomparable Jimmie.
The French officer succeeded in getting four Maltese to carry his comrade to the camp. A door was taken off its hinges, and they were soon upon their way. Jack and Hawtry, who had only received one or two slight slashes of knives, remained to see what came of it.
They sat down for another hour to avoid the chance of their being surprised by any straggler. Then, proceeding to the shore, they launched a small boat. Hawtry stepped the mast and hoisted the sail, and they were soon making their way off the land. The wind was light, and their progress slow. For a time they kept straight out to sea, and then turned the boat's head towards Gibraltar.
Enormous quantities of stores of all kinds, which would have been of immense service to the troops in the winter, were lost in the gale, and even in the camps on shore the destruction was very great. "That arm of yours always seems to be getting itself damaged, Jack," Hawtry said next morning, as he came into the hut. "You put it in the way of a bullet last time, and now you've got it smashed up.
I don't suppose he intends to attack us, because we with our dirks would be a match for him with that long knife of his. But if he means anything, he has probably got some other fellows with him." "Then hadn't we better go in for him at once," Jack said, "before he gets any one to help him?" Hawtry laughed. "We can hardly jump off our mules and attack him without any specific reason.
"Upon my word," Hawtry said, "I question whether we shall ever be able to make the Rock in this beast of a boat. She won't sail anywhere near the wind, and makes awful leeway. Hurrah! there's a big steamer coming out. We will hail her."
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