“And that boys must always do theirs? Well, sir, the King says I must march with the army at once, and I say you must do your duty too.”
“Yes, father,” said Phil, in a choking voice, “and I will.”
“Spoken like a man.”
At that moment the door was re-opened hurriedly.
“Ah, Martin,” cried the Captain, sharply, “you have bad news?”
“Yes—that lad Pierre has gone across the fields towards the town.”
“Where the French soldiers are stationed?”
“Yes.”
“Then I have no time to lose. The bread—the meat!”