Upon the ridge a shako bobbed up.
A figure in uniform rose and ran at it
"Keep your eads down there all along the line!" it shouted. "Wait till
I give the word, Royal Stand-backs."
The Gentleman sprang up in the boat.
"Ramez toujours, mes enfants!" he cried. "C'est une ruse!"
The men hung on their oars.
"Laches!" cried the Gentleman, smote the man on the foremost thwart a buffet, and leaping overboard floundered through the water.
The man in the bows fired.
There was no reply from the shingle-bank.
The men of the galley took courage. The boat swished through the shallows, and bumped ashore.