“Oui!” cried Phil, joyously, and then his heart seemed to stand still, for from just in front, where all looked dark, there was the rattle of muskets and a voice shouted in plain English:
“Halt! Who goes there?”
Chapter Six.
“Stop! For pity’s sake,” cried the Doctor. “Don’t fire!”
There was a rush and they were surrounded. Phil was seized roughly by two soldiers, while two more dragged the Doctor to his knees.
“I’ve got a monster, sergeant,” cried one of the men. “Hold still, you wriggling little worm.”
“Let me go,” cried Phil, angrily.
“Now then, who are you?” cried a harsh voice out of the darkness. “Spies from the French camp, sergeant; that’s certain,” said another voice.