The Gentleman was standing upon the broken wall, hand over his eyes, taking in the situation.
He flung a finger here, an order there.
The Grenadiers threw forward across the plain in skirmishing order.
"Looks like business," muttered the Parson, tucking in his shirt.
"What's it going to be?"
He had not long to wait.
The Gentleman vaulted the wall, and came swiftly across the grass towards them.
CHAPTER LXVII
THE ACE OF TRUMPS
I
He came rapidly across the lawn, the sun upon him.