The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-15

"They have surely speared himF' vhis-
pered Mr.. Ashhy.
But Long Peter turned on him almost IN
anger. mo. sir" he said. ''he Is just
scratched. He'll do il yet know he will"
"He must be quick, then," replied the
master, ''for those cursed savages have
struck light somehow; they mean to burn
US outlook
Our eyes were now intently watching
from the loopholes the movements OF the
black fellows, and we had not watched long
till we saw a flaming brand wbizzinR
through the air and falling upon the stringy
bark roof above our heads.
Another and another Immediately fol-
lowed, still IL did not seem 70 us that any
Of them had taken effect.
Garry up bucket OF water through the
trap-door ana pour 1t upon the roof"
whispered the master to me; "but take care
of yourself; don't let them see you"
l did as ! was directed. aud thoroughly
drenched the roof. but while thus Engaged
heard a shout from below. 1t was Mr..
Ashbys voice. "t s-A--. eA--IJ
Come down. Jem; coma quickly" he
cried, and ratified do wn the ladder with q
sinking heart.
Long Peter lay on the floor OF the hut,
white and Rasping; spear had entersd ono
Of the loopholes and pinned him through
the thigh. In response to my groan of utter
Never mind me, Jem." be said; eight it
out TO the last. Take my gun, there is one
charge In 1t yet; but first drag me into that
corner"
obeyed in silence. handed him panni-
kin of cold tea. and then took my place by
Mr.. Ashby's side
Look out" he whispered. az mean to
fire a. the ringlea6er-thas man with the
blazing log In his hand-I fear he has
already fred the roof. hear it cracking.
but It scarcely matters now, the end is not
far of. We are doomed" ....
As he spoke these departing words Mr..
Ashby fired. his bullet bringing down the
man aimed at. who. with q wild scrssoh,
fell TO the ground.
There was a pause eff CONSERVATION after
this, and hurried talk among the savages
outside; then, with wild yells, the whole
force Of the besiegers rushed on our little
garrison.
A moments surging round the door, then
It gave way with a crush. Mr.. Ashby's gun
swung on the crowd of savages with ter
rife force, Telling two OF them like oxen.
7 / can scarcely describe what followed.
Dimly seemed TO hear a loud hurrah from
tue outside followed by the crack OF rifles;
taen every sound died away into utter
Ssnce.
l~Well. I declare, you have had bit of a
scrmmage, and here's poor Jem about done
foRt
II was the voice OF Jerry, dragging away
the dead body OF my ssssileut from off my
chest Hr
''No, I am not dead" I said feebly
enough, "not even wounded, though half
chokes with blood that is not my own.
Whereas the master? And. o, go and lco2
sitter Long Peterl He is terribly hurt,
know."t
"rhe otter chaps are attending to him."
said Jerry, land as for the master, he says
be is all right, and won't own 10 siugle
scratch; be is game one, he 10. Wen have
you all carrkd to the home station afore
breakfastime, see IL we don't.
"But you should have seen that dog Of
Peters. Why. his feet was all skinned and
raw, and he he'd an ugly spear wound in
his shoulder, so that the letter was covered
with blood. We could scarcely make it
out, but we guessed QUICK enough that
there was something aniss, and came away
at once. We were Just in time, Jem, my
boy" ~
Didn't tell ye Eouncer would do itY'
cried Long Peter, IN rather weak and
quivsring voice; ''poor old chap" he added
tsnderly. as the faithful brute hmped across
the hut at the sound Of the shepherds voice
and crept close TO his Ade. "rhon and me
will never part, BcuDce, never, as long as
we live" =
And they never did tin seven years later.
when, In extreme old age, Bouncer died and
was buried in grave dug for him by Long
Peter himself