The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-10-08

Of the war has been fought by the
press column. Think of Reuter-. who
has been stewing at the front for a
week! Think OF the evening pennies
Just too late for the fun. BY George,
that slug brushed a mosquito off met"
And one of the donkeys Is hit"
"This is sinful 1t will end in our
having to carry our own kits to
Khartoum."
Never mind. my boy. it all goes to
make COPY. l can see the headlines
Raid on Communications Murder of
British Engineer Press Column At
tackled Won't it be ripping?"
II wonder what the next line will
be-" said Anerley.
"'our Special Wounded" cried
Scott, rolling over on to his back. mo
harm DONE" he added, gathering him
self up again; ''only q chip OFF my knee.
This Is getting sultry. I confess that
the idea Of that back room at the Au-
thor's club begins to grow upon me-"
II have some diachylon."
Afterwards will do. We're having
"a 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush.
l wish he would rush."
They're coming nearer"
"This is an excellent revolver of mine
If it didn't throw so devilish high I
always aim at a. mans toes if I want to
stimulate his digestion. o Lord, there's
our kettle gone!"
With boom like dinner gong a
Remington bullet had passed through
the kettle and cloud Of steam hissed
up from the fire. A wild shout came
from the rocks above.
1.-The idiots think that they have
blown us up. They'll rush us now as
sure as fate then it will be our turn to
lead. Got your revolver, Anerley?"
Il have. this double -barreled fowl
ing-piece."
Sensible man! It's the best weap-
on in the world at this sort of rough
and-tumble work. What cartridges?"
"Swan.shot"
big bore double barreled pistol loaded
with slugs. You might as we'll try to
stop one of these fellows with a pea
shooter as with a service revolver"
There are ways and MEANS" said
Scott. THE Geneva convention does
not hold south Of the first cataract. It's
easy to make bullet mushroom by a
little manipulation of the tip of it,
When was In the broken square at
Tamai-"
wait a Bit" cried Mortimer. adjust
ing his glasses. Il think they are COM
ing now"
"The time" said Scott, swapping up
his watch. being exactly seventeen
minutes past four"
Anerley had been lying behind n
camel staring with an interest which
bordered upon fascination at the rocks
opposite. Here was a little woody puff
of smoke. and there was another one.
but never once had they caught q
glimpse Of the attackers. To him there
was something weird and awesOme in
these unseen persistent men who, min
ute by minute. We're drawing closer TO
them. He had heard them cry out when
the Kettle was broken, and once imne-
diately afterwards an enormously
strong voice had roared something
which had set Scott struggling his
shoulders.
They've got to take us first" said he,
and Anerley thought his nerve might
be better If he did not ask for trans
lation.
The firing had begun at distance Of
some hundred yards. which put ii out OF
the question for them. with their light
er weapons, to make any reply to ii
Had their antagonists continued Il
keep that range the defenders mus
either have made a hopeless sally OF
tried to shelter themselves behind their
Zareba as best they might on the chance
that he sound might bring UP help
But, lucyily for them, the African had
not taken kindly to the rifle, and his
primitive instinct to close with his enc
my Is always too strong for his sense of
strategy. They We're drawing in. there
fore. and now for the first time Anerley
caught sight of face looking at them
from over a rock. 1t was a huge, virile.
strong -jawed head of a pure negro type,
with silver trinkets cleaning in the
ears. The man raised q great arm from