Five hours later our hero stood hat in hand in the office at Government House, facing the chief of Sir Garnet's staff.

"This is very important news which you bring," said the officer, seriously. "Have you told any one what you have learned?"

He looked anxiously at d.i.c.k and waited for his reply, giving expression to an exclamation of relief when he heard the answer.

"Then you and Mr Emmett are the only two who know. Your native stoker has suspicions, but you say that he is trustworthy. I fancy we may be able to hoodwink these natives."

An hour later, when d.i.c.k retired to Mr Pepson's house, the details of an expedition had been roughly drafted, and on the following morning orders were published. But those in authority knew that they had cunning foes to deal with, and that spies abounded even in Cape Coast Castle. And so when those who were to take part in the attack embarked, it was with the belief that they were to sail to a different part of the country altogether, and that Elmina and its neighbourhood was not even under consideration. It was with a light heart that d.i.c.k steamed back to Elmina, and took his station near the fort, prepared to operate with the expedition and attack the enemy.

"You will listen for our bugle calls, and direct your fire accordingly,"

the Chief of the Staff had warned him. "Otherwise we may be firing into one another. Keep the men well in hand, for the bush will be dense.

But there, I am forgetting that you have had experience already. Hold our right flank and punish them severely."

Early on the following morning, when the marines and bluejackets had disembarked at Elmina, and the native troops had joined them on the beach, d.i.c.k and his men steamed up the river, and having gained a point some miles higher up, stood in to the bank and landed, leaving two men in charge of the launch.

"Lie off at anchor, and keep a sharp watch," he commanded. "Now, my lads, we will hunt in couples, and remember to use your whistles, for it is easy to get lost here. Follow me and be sure you go warily."

They turned their backs on the water, and plunged into the bush, their eyes endeavouring to pierce the dense undergrowth, while their ears were forever alert to detect the proximity of the enemy.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

BLUEJACKETS, CHARGE!

"Halt!" d.i.c.k Stapleton lifted his hand above his head, and crouched low in the jungle, while the sailors who followed him in single file, slashing a path through the dense undergrowth, copied his example.

"H-h-hush! Did you hear? There it is again!"

d.i.c.k whispered in Jack Emmett's ear, and Jack, to whom bush work was a novelty, stared back at his friend in amazement. For he had seen nothing, and there had been no sound to arouse his suspicion. Indeed, all about the little party looked quiet and peaceful. Overhead towered enormous cotton trees, running to the height of two hundred and fifty feet, while beneath their overspreading branches were yams and plantain trees, huge ferns and every variety of forest growth, many of these latter being giants in themselves, but dwarfed by the ponderous girth and height of the cotton trees. At the feet of these wonders of the African forest cl.u.s.tered vines and trailing creepers. Orchids and lovely lichens clung to the boughs, while huge ma.s.ses of buff, violet, pink and brilliant yellow convolvuli hung suspended in festoons, brightening the gloom which pervaded this underworld of the jungle. Not a native could be seen. Indeed, the bush was so dense that d.i.c.k and his party could not see beyond a few feet, and every yard they advanced had to be won by diligent cutting with sword or cutla.s.s. Yet our hero was suspicious.

"There, listen!" he said again, in a low whisper. "Listen to the birds."

"I hear them. But what of that? There are heaps in these woods, no doubt," was Jack's reply. "That does not say that the enemy are near.

Wait, though. That was a cheer. Our men must be somewhere in the neighbourhood."

At that moment a distant cheer had come to their ears through the barrier of boughs, and at the sound both sat up suddenly and listened.

Then d.i.c.k began to crawl forward again.

"We can go on," he said quietly. "The calls of the birds were not real, of that I feel sure. They were made by the enemy, purposely to let each man know that he was near his fellows. It's a good idea. Halt again!"

This time he beckoned the bluejackets to come close up to him, and for a little while they were cl.u.s.tered together at the foot of a cotton tree.

"We are getting near the enemy," said d.i.c.k, "and if we are rushed it will be very easy to get separated. We will keep in couples, and no man is to be more than three or four feet from his comrade. Once we are in touch with the enemy we will whistle, so as to tell each other where we are. Then there will be no getting lost, and we shall not run the danger of firing at one another. Remember, before pulling a trigger, give a whistle and wait a moment."

Once more he turned his face to the interior of the jungle and crept on, and presently the call of birds was again heard. Then he redoubled his caution, cutting creepers from his path as silently as possible, and removing all broken twigs from the ground. Half an hour later he and his men came to a sudden halt, for the darkness which had surrounded them up to this suddenly lightened, while as if to increase their difficulties there came the sound of more cheers, the answering yell of hundreds of natives, and then a succession of sharp explosions which shook the leaves. A minute later a volley of slugs screeched overhead, stripping the boughs, and covering the little party with the debris.

"Forward!" shouted d.i.c.k, "and let the men come up on either side of me.

We will get to this clearing and turn the enemy out."

There was no time to be lost, for it was now evident that the approach of his party had been heard by the enemy, while the sudden lifting of the gloom showed that there was a clear s.p.a.ce in the forest some little way ahead, and from this no doubt the enemy were firing. d.i.c.k lost no time therefore in pushing forward. Bent double he ran between the creepers, jumping over fallen boughs, and slashing at every obstruction which threatened to arrest his progress. Very soon he came to the edge of the forest. Meanwhile the sailors were not behindhand. They gave vent to a cheer, just to show their spirit, and then, spreading by couples to either side, they scrambled forward, wriggling their way through the bush.

"Lie flat!" shouted d.i.c.k, as they got into position, and a second volley of slugs flew overhead. "Now, you can see where they are. Pick them off, my lads. Fire about a foot below the flashes and about the same or a little less to the right. That should get them."

At his order the men threw themselves on their faces, and wriggling forward a few inches till they could obtain a clear glimpse of the open s.p.a.ce ahead, opened a heavy and well-directed fire at the flashes and puffs of smoke which burst from a hundred points on the opposite side of the clearing. There the jungle again commenced, though it was not so dense, and many paths could be seen cutting their way through it.

Beyond, some distance away, the glare of a big fire could be detected, while the smoke hung over the summit of the forest trees.

"Our men at work," d.i.c.k shouted to his companion, "and these fellows who are firing at us are between us and our friends. We must try to drive them away and effect a junction."

But if that was his object, it was not so easy to accomplish, for the enemy were in full force on the far side of the narrow clearing, and had he and his party but known it, the path taken by the British troops led rather far to the left of the river, while so deceptive was the forest that the glare and the smoke were actually much more distant than they appeared. Sir Garnet had with him a few bluejackets, with a seven-pounder gun and a rocket trough, twenty Royal Marine Artillery, 129 Royal Marines, 205 of the West India Regiment, 126 Houssas, a force enlisted in Central Africa, a few natives and many bearers enlisted on the coast. It was this force which d.i.c.k and his comrades heard. They had come upon the village of Essaman, and finding it vacant had set it on fire, exploding some kegs of powder which the enemy had left, and finding a number of muskets and war-drums, all evidence of the truth of the report which had been brought by our hero to headquarters. Indeed, there was little doubt that the enemy were in force in the neighbourhood, though so far none on our side had seen a single man.

All that d.i.c.k could perceive was the flash of guns, and the falling of numerous leaves and twigs cut down by the slugs which hailed overhead.

Suddenly another sound attracted his attention, and his expression changed to one of concern.

"Our fellows are going still farther away, and the enemy are closing in on us," he said hastily. "There is a man, and, look, others are appearing. They are going to try a rush. We will warn the men.

Listen, my lads," he shouted, "the Ashantis look as if they would try a charge, and we must stop it. If they reach this side of the clearing they will creep into the jungle and shoot us down easily. Keep on firing till I shout, then charge them as they come."

Kneeling behind a tree he kept a keen watch upon the opposite side, and now that the enemy were exposing themselves, his bullets seldom failed to tell. As for the Jack Tars, they seemed to enjoy the work, for they lay on their faces, calmly ignoring the hail of slugs overhead, and returned the fire of the enemy with wonderful steadiness. At d.i.c.k's words, too, each eased his cutla.s.s in its sheath, and just glanced ahead to make sure that there was nothing to keep him from reaching the open.

Nor was it long before the necessity for action on their part was called for. The firing from the opposite side became even fiercer, and by now d.i.c.k and the majority of his men had been hit; though, thanks to the wide interval existing between the combatants, few of the missiles penetrated. Then there came the beat of a war-drum, a dull, reverberating sound which seemed to echo through the forest, while d.i.c.k caught fleeting glimpses of a group of the enemy, pa.s.sing amidst the trees, and exhorting their comrades.

"Get ready, my lads," he sang out, "and don't forget, give them a couple of volleys and more as they run. When I shout, form up outside and charge. Jack, just watch those beggars and when they cross one of the paths let us fire together."

They lay behind two plantain trees which happened to be close together, and followed the movements of the group of Ashanti officers whom they had seen on the opposite side of the clearing. Within a few seconds they saw them emerge into one of the numerous roads cut through the forest. Both fired together, and gave a shout as they saw one of the enemy, a big man, gaudily dressed and feathered, fall to the ground. A moment later they were throwing cartridges into their rifles as rapidly as was possible, and were emptying their weapons at a speed which showed what need there was for action. For hardly had the tall leader on the far side given a shriek and fallen, when the deep boom of the war-drum became deafening, as if the man who wielded the stick were beating out his indignation and hatred. Shouts of fury filled the air, and as if the drum were the signal, some two hundred of the dusky enemy started from the trees and commenced to rush across the clearing. Very fierce and forbidding they looked as they came, for they had discarded their muskets, or had slung them behind their shoulders, and now they were armed with Ashanti swords, or with formidable-looking knives.

"Steady, men!" shouted d.i.c.k, at once. "We have plenty of time to knock a few over. Fire as fast as you can and wait for the signal."

The forest resounded to the crack of the rifles, and to the shouts of the natives. Not a sound came from the bluejackets save that given out from their weapons. They maintained a grim silence, and stretched there on their faces, kept up a withering fire, directing their shots with marvellous coolness. But there was a stern, ugly glint in their eyes, and the hands that wielded the rifles gripped very tightly. Then d.i.c.k gave a shout, and in a moment all were on their feet.

"Drop your rifles," he commanded. "Now line up. My men, we are not to be frightened by a lot of bellowing natives."

"Afraid. Not us!" came the reply from one of the salts. "Jest fancy hooking it because of these fellers. We'll get aboard and sink 'em, boys."

There was a roar as the men heard the words, while the swish of cutla.s.ses being drawn from their scabbards could be heard. Then d.i.c.k gave another shout, and placing himself beside Jack Emmett at the head of the little party he started forward, his teeth clenched, and his mind made up to beat back this attack and conquer.

"Charge!" he bellowed. "Charge into the middle of them."

There was now no longer need for silence, and the cheer which the men gave showed that their spirit was not lacking. Closely following their young leaders they raced forward in a compact body, heading for the very centre of the enemy. And it was clear at once that their sudden appearance and their warlike intentions gave food for thought to the enemy. The mad rush of the Ashantis came to a sudden end, the ma.s.s halting to stare at these few enemies. A few turned tail immediately and fled, while some of the natives hung in the background, uncertain how to act. Then one of their number gave a shout and they came on again, but this time with less determination. A few seconds later the combatants met, the sailors throwing themselves upon the Ashantis with deafening cheers, cutting and slashing at them fiercely, while one of them, happening to miss his aim, and to strike the ground with his weapon, whereby it was jerked from his hand, took to his fists in true nautical style, and struck right and left amongst the enemy. Still, it was a critical moment for d.i.c.k and his party, and only their dash and bravery saved them. The contest hung in the balance for a minute or more, while the natives stabbed desperately at the sailors, some of them doubling up and attempting to dash in below the cutla.s.s. But the result was always the same. There was a thud, and the weapon fell with unerring aim, stretching the man on the ground. Or if that was not the case, Jack's knee would rise of a sudden, and the native would receive a blow on the head which stunned him instantly. Amidst all the clamour came the sharp crack of the revolvers held by the two young leaders.

"Forward!" shouted d.i.c.k. "Give a cheer, and drive them back."

Grandly did the men support him. Though they had been fighting their hardest before, striving to arrest the rush of the enemy, now they charged into their broken ranks, belabouring them with their cutla.s.ses, striking out with their fists, and making up for their smallness in numbers by sheer bravery and dash. And in a minute they had gained their object. Many of the enemy had already fallen, and now, of a sudden, the remainder turned tail and fled, leaving the British masters of the situation.

"Back for the rifles, some of you," cried d.i.c.k. "The remainder run forward and occupy the enemy's position. Quick, or they will bowl us over with their slugs."

The warning came only just in time, for those of the enemy who had fled at the first sight of the sailors had taken cover on the fringe of the forest, in the position which they had occupied a few minutes before; and no sooner had their comrades turned and commenced to retreat than these men opened a scattered fire, regardless of the risk they ran of hitting their friends. But d.i.c.k and his men never paused. While four of them ran back to gather the rifles, the remainder followed close on the heels of the enemy, and hardly had the firing opened, and the war-drum commenced its boom again, when they were at the edge of the forest and close upon the Ashantis who lurked there. For some two minutes there was another hand-to-hand contest, for these men were caught in their lairs, and, hindered from gaining one of the numerous paths by the denseness of the forest, were forced to turn and fight.

However, the sailors made short work of them, and very soon were lying amidst the trees again, breathing heavily after their exertions.

Meanwhile the troops in other quarters had been engaged with the enemy, and had driven them before them. No sooner had Essaman been given to the flames than the whole line advanced over more or less open country.

On our left was a gra.s.sy plateau, with a thick forest about three hundred yards away, while directly in front the ground fell and was covered with bush growing breast high. Towards this the Houssas and West Indian regiment advanced, the men shouting and filling the air with discordant yells, while they blazed away at the bush, at the sky, anywhere in fact, and without any definite object. They were entirely out of hand, as some native troops are apt to get, and at this moment they were as dangerous to their own side as to the enemy. However, by dint of much energy and shouting the officers managed to get them in hand again and enforce some fire discipline. Then, as they advanced through the bush, the bluejackets and the Marine Artillery took the wood on the left in hand, and the steel gun opened upon the lurking enemy.

The rockets were also brought to bear upon them, and very soon the place was clear, a few wounded Ashantis being discovered as we advanced. But still our men were far from d.i.c.k and his little force, and he had yet much difficulty to contend with.