The man ran into the wood. Presently more
Maroons came--a dozen or more, and rushed for the entrance. They were
met by Dyck's fire, and now also Sheila fired and brought down her man.
Dyck wounded another, and in great skill loaded again, but at that moment
three of the Maroons rushed down into the ruins.
They were astonished to see Dyck there, and more astonished to receive--
first one and then another--his iron in their bowels. The third man made
a stroke at Dyck with his lance, and only gashed Dyck's left arm. Then
he turned and fled out into the open, and was met by a half-dozen others.
They all were about to rush the entrance when suddenly four shots behind
them brought three of them down, and the rest fled into the wood
shouting. In another moment Dyck and the ladies were in the open, and
making for the woods, the women in front, the men behind, loading their
muskets as they ran, and alive to the risks of the moment.
The dresses of the ladies were stained and soiled with dust and damp, but
otherwise they seemed little the worse for the adventure, save that Mrs.
Llyn was shaken, and her face was pale.
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