Chapter Thirty Eight.
The Sergeant’s Notion.
“Ah!” said the Sergeant, tapping the ashes out of his pipe and refilling it; “that’s a bit of a puzzle, sir.”
“Hang out the white flag?” cried Denham bitterly.
“No, sir,” cried the Sergeant fiercely.
“What then?” I said.
“What then, sir?” said Briggs fiercely. “We’ve got plenty of pluck and lots of fight in the boys.”
“Yes,” said Denham, with his eyes flashing. “Plenty of prime beef and good fresh water, Briggs; but scarcely any cartridges.”
“That’s right, sir; and so I took the liberty, when I got a chance, of saying a word to the Colonel.”