“More murderous to be shut up in that residency, to be attacked day after day by a force that will always be increasing, while we grow weaker.”
“Unless help comes.—But you would move out?”
“Yes.”
“And what then? Retreat and leave these scoundrels in possession?”
“No; they will think we are retreating, and follow us. We can keep on retiring till you have got into a good position, when I can literally mow them down from a distance.”
“Unless their cavalry take your guns.”
“I am not afraid of that, sir,” said Brace, with a laugh.
“And they will be six or seven to one,” said the colonel.
“The odds were greater at Plassy,” said Brace, quietly. “Depend upon it, if we get them out on fair ground—which we will—they will receive a tremendous check.”
“What do you say?” said the colonel, turning to his brother-officer, the major.