CHAPTER XIV.
THE HISTORIAN CONCLUDES HIS NARRATIVE.
"WHOOP-EE!" yelled Matt Coyle, dancing about on the bank in high glee. "That was a good shot. Lookout! Here comes another that's goin' to send some of you to keep company with the purp. I reckon we've got you whar we want you this time, cause the taters is all on our side the creek."
As the squatter spoke a second club left his hand, being thrown with so much force and accuracy that if the boys had not been on the alert, some and perhaps all of them would have been knocked overboard, for the missile was almost as long as the cock-pit, and as it came through the air with a rotary motion, it covered space enough to hit all their heads at once. This was the signal for a perfect shower of clubs. Every one of the family had two or more, which were thrown as rapidly as they
