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Updated: June 17, 2025
Pow ow ow ow ow ow! Came faintly from among the trees, and Pomp turned sharply round, with circles of white showing round the dark part of his eyes; but this time he kept his oar out of the water, and the boat instead of turning toward the side continued to glide swiftly down the stream. "Dat de Injum?" he whispered. "Yes. Pull hard!"
Pomp took the oar and began to row again steadily, staring back at the sandspit, now fast growing distant. Then all at once, as the faint cry arose from the forest "Dat not Injum," he cried sharply; "dat fock." "Fox!" I said, recalling the little jackal-like creatures, of which I had seen one or two that had been shot by Morgan. "Yes, dat fock.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot, lot time, an' no shoot nuffum to eat. Pomp dreffle hungly." "There's plenty of bread," I said, smiling at the boy's utter unconcern about our position of peril. "Yah, 'tuff! Nas' 'tuff. Pomp too dreffle hungly eat any more bread. Why no go now and kill all Injum? Pomp fine de way."
"What are you doing with that shovel?" "Dat to 'crape de fire up. You no see? Pomp bake cake for de capen." "What?" "Oh yes. Plenty cake in de hot ash. Hot bread for um. 'Top see if um done." He looked up at me and laughed as merrily as if there was no danger near. "Mass' George see more Injum?" "No," I said. "They are in the forest somewhere." "Pomp like roace all de whole lot.
Den um hab big fight an kill de Injum, an noder big fight by de gate an kill more Injum, and den Injum say good-night, time go to bed, an dat's all." "The Indians gone?" "Yes; all gone." "Then we have beaten them. Hurrah! Oh, my head!" "Hurrah oh my head!" cried Pomp, in imitation. "Why say `Hurrah! Oh, my head'?" "Oh, don't, Pomp. You make me laugh." "Dat right; glad see Mass' George laugh.
Then there were a couple of yells given in a peculiar tone, and a faint series of sounds reached us, suggesting to me that the whole party had spread out, and were quickly and cautiously creeping along through the forest from the edge of the stream for some distance in, and then all was still. A pair of warm lips at my ear made me start again. "Dey all 'tupid, dem Injum.
"When Injum come an' shoot an' get over de big fence, all dat make great big fire." My father's words about the great enemy we had to fear came back to me at this, and it was with a curiously uncomfortable feeling that I left my look-out place for the second time to go and partake of the food that had been prepared.
"Pomp 'crape it up and put in Mass' George pocket," said Pomp; and then we both stood away, for there was a flash and the sharp report of a gun. "Pomp did see Injum, Mass' George," said the boy; "and here dey come." Another shot, and another, and my heart seemed to leap as I felt that Morgan's plan might not be long before execution after all, if the Indians made a desperate assault.
"But why not try that tree, or that, or that?" I said; and I pointed rapidly to three or four more, all far more thickly clothed with branch and foliage. "If Injum come he fink p'raps we hide in dah, an' look. No fink we get up dat oder tree. Injum berry 'tupid." "But hadn't we better try and get across or down the stream?" Pomp shook his head. "See Injum, and dey dreffle cross dat we run 'way.
But the Indians made no sign, and Pomp went on "Injum ebberywhere now. Can't run away." "But we must," I whispered. "Catchum gain, dreckerly. Dis here tree. Mass' George go up fuss." "Up the tree!" I faltered.
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