It was a dozen warriors carrying the trunk of a small tree, and all molded into one by the dusk.

They gathered headway, as they advanced, and it was a powerful door that could withstand their blow.

One of the ambushed rangers moved a little, and, in doing so, made a noise.

Quick as a flash the warriors dropped the log, and another farther back fired at the noise.
"Give it to 'em, lads!" cried Willet.
A score of rifles flashed and the warriors replied instantly, but they were caught at a disadvantage.

They had come there for rapine and murder, expecting an easy victory, and while Tandakora rallied them they were no match for the rangers, led by such men as Willet and his lieutenants.