Captain Freeman accompanied this little advance guard.
At a suitable interval behind marched fifty men under Lieutenant Prescott.
Last of all Lieutenant Holmes headed the remainder of the expedition.
With this rear guard marched such of the wounded men as were able to walk. The others of the wounded were carried on blanket stretchers.
Silently, like a procession of ghosts, moved the American troops. The rain had moderated to a drizzle, but there was no star in sight to throw the least ray of light over the tropical scene.
Almost as straight as a bullet could have been fired Sergeant Hal led the advance guard to the mouth of the gully. There was no challenge, no shot fired by the enemy. A minute"s halt; then the advance guard quickly followed Sergeant Overton into the gully, Captain Freeman stepping just behind the leader.
When they were two thirds of the way through, Sergeant Hal, who was still in his native costume, held up his hand as a signal to halt. The signal was pa.s.sed back through the advance.
"I think you"d better wait here a few minutes, sir," whispered Hal to the commanding officer. "I"ll hand my rifle to one of the men and then stroll forward to see if the coast is clear."
"A good plan, Sergeant; but take mighty good care of yourself!"
"Yes, sir. If you hear sounds of trouble up ahead then I suppose you"ll push right on through."
"If there"s any sound of trouble, whatever, Sergeant, you can depend upon our rushing through."
Saluting, Overton turned and slowly vanished into the darkness ahead.
Just as he came out of the gully Hal heard a cautious, warning:
"Sh-sh!"
The muzzle of a rifle was thrust to his breast.
"Noll?" whispered Hal.
"Yes," whispered Terry.
"Where"s the real sentry at this point?" breathed Hal.
"The poor fellow was chilled through. I got chummy with him, talking sign language, and then volunteered to stand duty for him. The Moro has gone off to take a sleep where it"s drier."
"Bully, old Noll!"
"The troops are behind you, Hal?"
"Yes."
"Then march them ahead straight on for a hundred yards due west. You won"t run into any of the enemy there. I"ve made it my business to know."
Hal flew back to the advance guard.
"Fine!" glowed Captain Freeman, when he had heard the report.
The advance was quickly in motion. Captain Freeman was soon up with Noll, who, after whispering, led the advance to the point he had mentioned to his chum. Hal, in the meantime, remained to receive and pilot Lieutenant Prescott"s command.
"How on earth did you do this?" demanded Prescott in a whisper.
"Some of Sergeant Terry"s work, sir," whispered Hal. "When you"re ready, sir, just keep on straight ahead until you come upon the advance. I"ll remain here, sir, if you permit, to warn the men behind you that they"re marching inside the Moros" lines."
"Do so, Sergeant," directed Lieutenant Prescott, at the same time making the motion for his men to move ahead. On came the rest of the command in single file.
"Softly," warned Hal, as the men pa.s.sed by him. "You"re inside the enemy"s lines."
Then, as the last man pa.s.sed him, Hal whispered:
"Fall out, Gleason. Remain here to warn the rear guard when it arrives."
"All right, Sergeant. But this kind of work in the dark makes one creepy. I feel as though I were robbing a judge"s chicken-roost."
Hal laughed softly and hurried after the vanishing troops. Within a few minutes more the rear guard had arrived.
By this time the rain had begun to come down again in torrents, but this favored the work of the American troops.
Led by the two young scouts, the entire command managed to advance, undetected, to a point from which Captain Freeman could dimly make out the mud walls of the datto"s fort.
"Take the same twelve men of the advance guard, Sergeant Overton,"
whispered Captain Freeman, after he had given directions regarding the carrying of the wounded so that they would be as well protected as possible from slashing by Moro swords or creeses during the attack about to be made. "With your men, Sergeant, gain the gate of the fort.
Remember, at no matter what cost, you must get your party inside and hold the gate. We"ll be on the spot the moment we hear the first sound of your attack."
"Now, then, men," Hal instructed his own detachment, "we won"t march forward, and we won"t skulk, either. We"ll simply stroll along. The instant that I hear any sound showing that we"re discovered, I"ll give the order to charge. When that order comes--remember that we simply must fight our way through the gate of the fort."
Then he gave the order for the forward movement. Hal placed himself at the head of his detachment, the post of greatest danger.
It was raining so heavily that even the guards at the datto"s gate had relaxed their vigilance.
So Sergeant Hal Overton was within thirty feet of the gate when one of the six sentries, peering outside, caught sight of him, yelled and held his rifle at aim.
"Detachment charge!" yelled Sergeant Hal Overton.
With a low-uttered yet enthusiastic yell the twelve regulars piled in after their sergeant.
There was short, sharp firing at the gate. Then the Americans drove that guard in, killing four of them and holding the gate.
Now there was wild yelling inside the fort. Lights flashed from the princ.i.p.al building in the enclosure. Sergeant Hal waited only long enough to realize that Lieutenant Prescott"s command had come up when he shouted to his own men:
"Follow me to the datto"s house! He"s the fellow we want."
Fifty natives howling wildly had thrown themselves around the house of the Datto Hakkut and had opened fire on the soldiers by the time that Hal and his few men reached the spot.
"Fight your way through "em, men!" commanded Hal.
"Bring your men back, Sergeant!" shouted Captain Freeman in Hal"s ear.
"We"ve got the Gatling ready. I"ll show you something better."
Swiftly the regulars dodged back. Sergeant Noll was at the breech of the Gatling.