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"
But
have
we
great
resources
?
"
inquired
the
Major
.
"
More
than
we
can
use
!
"
replied
Paganel
,
without
any
further
explanation
.
And
then
they
waited
for
the
night
.
The
natives
had
not
stirred
.
Their
numbers
seemed
even
greater
,
perhaps
owing
to
the
influx
of
the
stragglers
of
the
tribe
.
Fires
lighted
at
intervals
formed
a
girdle
of
flame
round
the
base
of
the
mountain
,
so
that
when
darkness
fell
,
Maunganamu
appeared
to
rise
out
of
a
great
brasier
,
and
to
hide
its
head
in
the
thick
darkness
.
Five
hundred
feet
below
they
could
hear
the
hum
and
the
cries
of
the
enemy
's
camp
.
At
nine
o'clock
the
darkness
being
very
intense
,
Glenarvan
and
John
Mangles
went
out
to
reconnoiter
before
embarking
the
whole
party
on
this
critical
journey
They
made
the
descent
noiselessly
,
and
after
about
ten
minutes
,
arrived
on
the
narrow
ridge
that
crossed
the
native
lines
,
fifty
feet
above
the
camp
.
All
went
well
so
far
.
The
Maories
,
stretched
beside
the
fires
,
did
not
appear
to
observe
the
two
fugitives
.
But
in
an
instant
a
double
fusillade
burst
forth
from
both
sides
of
the
ridge
.
"
Back
,
"
exclaimed
Glenarvan
;
"
those
wretches
have
the
eyes
of
cats
and
the
guns
of
riflemen
!
"
And
they
turned
,
and
once
more
climbed
the
steep
slope
of
the
mountain
,
and
then
hastened
to
their
friends
who
had
been
alarmed
at
the
firing
.
Glenarvan
's
hat
was
pierced
by
two
balls
,
and
they
concluded
that
it
was
out
of
the
question
to
venture
again
on
the
ridge
between
two
lines
of
marksmen
.
"
Wait
till
to-morrow
,
"
said
Paganel
,
"
and
as
we
can
not
elude
their
vigilance
,
let
me
try
my
hand
on
them
.
"
