Million Book Collection - Tim And Angi

SCALPSstarted to run. Their first rush knocked downsome half-dozen Indians, over whose blanketedbodies the children leaped, and madestraight for the sand-pit. This was no timefor the safe easy way by which carts go down-right over the edge of the sand-pit they went,among the yellow and pale purple flowersand dried grasses, past the little bank martins'little front doors, skipping, clinging, bounding,stumbling, sprawling, and finally rolling.Yellow Eagle and his followers came upwith them just at the very spot where theyhad seen the Psammead that morning.Breathless and beaten, the wretched childrennow awaited their fate. Sharp knivesand axes gleamed round them, but worse thanthese was the cruel light in the eyes of GoldenEagle and his followers." Ye have lied to us, O Black Panther of theMazawattees-and thou, too, Squirrel of theMoning Congos. These also, Pussy Ferox ofthe Phiteezi, and Bobs of the Cape MountedPolice,-these also have lied to us, if not withtheir tongues, yet by their silence. Ye have281