Charles Herbert Sylvester, Journeys Through Bookland, Vol…
“ At last, up from beneath there was a sharp crack and a loud cry. The crack was neither the snapping of a branch, nor the tapping of a woodpecker; the cry was neither the scream of the parrot, nor the howl of the monkey,—“That was a whip’s crack,” said Yeo, “and a woman’s wail. They are close here, lads!”“A woman’s? Do they drive women in their gangs?” asked Amyas.“Why not, the brutes? There they are, sir. Did you see their basnets glitter?”“Men!” said Amyas in a low voice, “I trust you all not to shoot till I do. Then give them one arrow, out swords, and at them! Pass the word along.” ”
