“We weren’t this morning.”
“No, not out on the plain, but towards the end; and if Mr Rajah Singer or Scorcher, or whatever his name is, had been a soldier, he’d have made a better dash at capturing our battery. Just now I feel ready to wish we were infantry officers, with five hundred bayonets at our backs. What are we to do—use the guns from the walls?”
“No,” said Dick with energy; “make sallies, and next time we go take rations for a day or two, so that we can hold out, and not be bound to retreat into the town.”
“That isn’t a boy talking, Dick,” said Wyatt sharply as he clapped his companion on the shoulder. “You make me see daylight through the smoke. I was quite disheartened at our being caged up here. Yes, we’ll do something yet. Now then, have a look round at your patients, doctor, and then come with me.”
Chapter XXI.
Sergeant Stubbs Opens his Eyes.
Hulton was sleeping and the men were lying fairly restful, but the doctor was awake and eager to know of everything that had been done.
Dick told him as much as he could, the doctor nodding his satisfaction.
“Good,” he said at last. “Your father must be a clever man, Darrell. Now, do your duty by me.”
“How?” said Dick, smiling.