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D Mark's blow, and all began again to advance with dancing movements
which at another time would have excited mirth, but which Mark read
rightly as being the savages' self-exciting gestures prior to a rush.
"Guns," whispered the boy to his cousin. "I'll stay." Dean hesitated for
a moment, and then dashed off to fetch the weapons from the rough rack
where they hung ready for use, leaving Mark with his eyes running from
black to black with the intent of seizing an opportunity to snatch a
spear if he could see a chance. "I'm afraid we must fire," said Sir
James, in a low hoarse voice which was almost drowned by the fierce
yellings of their enemy. "I'll fire first--over their heads. You
follow." As Sir James spoke he raised his rifle, and drew trigger, there
was a sharp pat from the top of the wall above the heads of the blacks,
and the report raised a peal of echoes from the surrounding ruins. So
startling were 
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