The sailors had run their Gardner out, and she was squirting death out of her five barrels into the flank of the rushing stream of savages.

Two Royal Artillery 7 lb. screw-guns kept pace with the square, and a dozen white-bloused sailors, under their blue-coated, tight-waisted officers, trailed their Gardner in front, turning every now and then to spit up at the draggled banners which waved over the cragged ridge.