"Dismount!"
They were off their horses in a trice.
He found a shelter for Alicia.
"Stay there and don't move," he ordered peremptorily. The Moors were galloping in a circle about the little position.
Firing was going on on all sides, but it was in the wood that it was heaviest.
Flat on the ground lay Sir Harry Tanneur, dazed, bewildered, horribly afraid. After a while, "No bullets seem to be coming from the wood?" he ventured.
The Duke smiled.
"The gentlemen in the wood, have, I should imagine, sufficient to keep them engaged—Bill Slewer is a mighty handy man with a revolver."
"Good Lord!" said Sir Harry, and the situation began to dawn on him.
"If we can keep our gyrating friends at a distance——" the Duke continued.