Robert E. Howard by Black Vulmea's Vengeance

Author:Black Vulmea's Vengeance
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-12-12T08:45:29+00:00

CHAPTER IV

“Easy now,” muttered Vulmea. “It’s as dark as Hell in this shaft.” Dusk had deepened into early darkness. The white men were groping their way up the steps cut in the rock. Looking back and down Wentyard made out the lower mouth of the shaft only as a slightly lighter blur in the blackness. They climbed on, feeling their way, and presently Vulmea halted with a muttered warning. Wentyard, groping, touched his thigh and felt the muscles tensing upon it. He knew that Vulmea had placed his shoulders under the slab that closed the upper entrance, and was heaving it up. He saw a crack appear suddenly in the blackness above him, limning the Irishman’s bent head and foreshortened figure.

The stone came clear and starlight gleamed through the aperture, laced by the overhanging branches of the trees. Vulmea let the slab fall on the stone rim, and started to climb out of the shaft. He had emerged head, shoulders and hips when without warning a black form loomed against the stars and a gleam of steel hissed downward at his breast.

Vulmea threw up his cutlass and the spear rang against it, staggering him on the steps with the impact. Snatching a pistol from his belt with his left hand he fired point-blank and the black man groaned and fell head and arms dangling in the opening. He struck the pirate as he fell, destroying Vulmea’s already precarious balance. He toppled backward down the steps, carrying Wentyard with him. A dozen steps down they brought up in a sprawling heap, and staring upward, saw the square well above them fringed with indistinct black blobs they knew were heads outlined against the stars.

“I thought you said the Indians never-” panted Wentyard.

“They’re not Indians,” growled Vulmea, rising. “They’re Negroes.

Cimarroons! The same dogs who escaped from the slave ship. That drum we heard was one of them calling the others. Look out!” Spears came whirring down the shaft, splintering on the steps, glancing from the walls. The white men hurled themselves recklessly down the steps at the risk of broken limbs. They tumbled through the lower doorway and Vulmea slammed the heavy slab in place.

“They’ll be coming down it next,” he snarled. “We’ve got to heap enough rocks against it to hold it—no, wait a minute! If they’ve got the guts to come at all, they’ll come by the ravine if they can’t get in this way, or on ropes hung from the cliffs. This place is easy enough to get into-not so damned easy to get out of. We’ll leave the shaft open. If they come this way we can get them in a bunch as they try to come out.”

He pulled the slab aside, standing carefully away from the door.

“Suppose they come from the ravine and this way, too?” “They probably will,” growled Vulmea, “but maybe they’ll come this way first, and maybe if they come down in a bunch we can kill them all.

There may not be more than a dozen of them.

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