Then Captain Villaire shouted: "We have
been betrayed -- we must flee!" The cry came in French, and as if
by magic the brigands disappeared into the woods behind the old
fort; and victory was upon the side of our friends.
CHAPTER XXI
INTO THE HEART OF AFRICA
"Well, I sincerely trust we have no more such adventures."
The speaker was Randolph Rover. He was seated on an old bench in
one of the rooms of the fort, binding up a finger which had been
bruised in the fray. It was two hours later, and the fight had
come to an end some time previous. Nobody was seriously hurt,
although Sam, Dick, and Aleck were suffering from several small
wounds. Aleck had had his ear clipped by a bullet from Captain
Villaire's pistol and was thankful that he had not been killed.
Baxter, the picture of misery, was a prisoner. The bully's face
was much swollen and one eye was in deep mourning. He sat huddled
up in a heap in a corner and wondering what punishment would be
dealt out to him. "I suppose they'll kill me," he groaned, and it
may be added that he thought he almost deserved that fate.
"You came just in time," said Dick. "Captain Villaire was about
to torture us into writing letters home asking for the money he
wanted as a ransom. Baxter put it into his head that we were very
rich."
"Oh, please don't say anything more about it!" groaned the
unfortunate bully. "I -- that Frenchman put up this job all on
his own hook.
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