The landlord uttered a grunt, and turned sharply to watch the progress of the fight and pursuit.
“Look, Polly!” he cried; “they have got to the top of the hill, and see their danger.”
“Yes, father; look, look—they have halted and turned. Yes; they are coming back.”
“Can the two regiments trying to cut them off see them?”
“No, I think not; they are down in the hollows. Look, father; they’re coming back.”
“The enemy?”
“No; the king’s men. Can’t you see!”
“See? yes,” cried the landlord, with increased excitement. “Why, they’re mad. They’re coming right into danger. Whatever do they mean?”
“I don’t know, father. Why, they’ll all be taken.”
“They must have a fool for leader.”