Wait till I give the word,' said Ken, with his eyes fixed upon
the long gray gun which came jogging slowly onwards, its grim muzzle
swaying and lurching as the wheels took the ruts in the road.
It seemed a long time before it came opposite. Then at last Ken gave one
word.
'Now!'
In an instant they were both on their feet, Roy tugging on the lever, Ken
bracing all his weight on the big rock.
It moved, it rolled slowly over, seemed to pause a moment on the edge of
the bank, then suddenly shot forward. Ten feet below, it alighted on the
slope, rebounded, and at the same time started half a dozen other stones.
In a moment a rock avalanche was roaring down the steep. The great stone
led the way. In a series of gigantic leaps, each longer than the last, it
thundered downwards, at each jump starting fresh tons of the loose shale
which covered the bank.
A cloud of dust rose like smoke, and hid all below. Then from out the
cloud came squeals and shrieks.
In their excitement, Ken and Roy actually forgot to send fresh stones to
follow the first.
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