"This way, Blob!" yelled the boy, and dashed up the knoll, making for the cottage.
CHAPTER LVI
THE RACE FOR THE COTTAGE
I
And it was full time.
As he stormed up the knoll, he heard upon his right the clink of arms, and the sound of a Frenchman shouting.
Down through the sheltering sycamores he plunged, and burst out into the open.
A tall Grenadier, who had been sentry upon the shingle-bank, was racing up on his right across the greensward, screaming as he ran.
His yells were of effect. Half a dozen ragged ruffians bobbed up from behind the broken wall in the rear, and seeing only the boys, made fiercely for them.
It was a race for the cottage; and the door of the cottage was shut.