"Owen Daw!"
"Yer honor!"
"Climb into the big tulip-tree softly and take this musket I shall reach you. Train it on the staircase window, and fire only if you see resistance there."
The boy went up the tree with all his vicious instincts full of fight.
"Melson!"
"Ay yi!"
"Milman!"
"Ah! boy."
"Get yourselves beneath the two large windows on the hall and serve as mounting-blocks to Sorden's party. I shall storm the main door. As we enter there, Sorden, order your men right over Melson and Milman into the windows Ransom has lifted."
"I love him," muttered Sorden, admiringly, "as I never loved A male," and collected his party.