“No. I have provided against that, Fred. You and I will not be combatants here.”
“Why, father!” cried Fred, excitedly. “Look!”
“Yes,” said Colonel Forrester, sadly. “They have begun. I thought it would not be long. I dreaded being in the general’s confidence over this.”
Chapter Thirty Seven.
Watching the Attack.
That which Fred had dreaded had indeed begun, for about a hundred and fifty men had been told off for the attack, and these had prepared themselves by picketing their horses,
arming themselves with stout axes for the barricades, and dragging after them stout scaling-ladders.