"
Nobody had time to answer, but they did as he suggested. The Indians were
now close upon them, and with wild yells mounted the low embankment that
had hitherto protected the white men. Rifles were useless at this short
range, and Bert and the stage driver clubbed theirs and met the first
savages over the embankment with death-dealing blows from the clubbed
weapons. The savages pressed forward so fiercely and in such numbers that
soon even this became of no avail, and they had recourse to their
revolvers. The six-shooters barked steady streams of fire, doing fearful
execution among the packed ranks of the attacking redmen.
The Indians were now fighting chiefly with knives, and the defenders
began to suffer, too. One of the passengers dropped to the ground under
a wicked thrust from the knife of a giant Indian, who seemed to be the
leader. Then the big redskin, encouraging his fierce followers by voice
and action, threw himself toward Dick, who happened to be nearest him.
Dick had just fired the last shot from his revolver, and he had no time
to reload.
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