Again we fired, this time straight into their faces--but there was no stopping them.

A red blanket flashed back beyond the big tree; a guttural voice shouted, its hoarse note rising above the hellish uproar, and those demons were on their feet again, filled with new frenzy.

It was a minute--no more.

With a blow that shook the cabin, propelled by twenty strong arms, the great tree butt struck, splintering the oak wood as though it were so much pine, and driving a jagged hole clear through one panel.

Kennedy was there, blazing away directly into the assailants eyes, and I joined him.
Again they struck, and again, the jagged end of their battering ram protruded through the shattered wood.