“What is it? A riot?”
“Yes, a very big riot, lad; a very, very big one. Now we shall see.”
“It doesn’t seem likely for it to be we,” said Frank sarcastically. “Why don’t you out with it, and tell me what’s the matter?”
“Oh, two things; but haven’t you heard?”
“Of course not, or I shouldn’t be begging and praying of you to speak.”
“I found a letter from the dad, that’s one thing, and he told me what I find the place is ringing with.”
“Something about bells?” said Frank, laughing.
“Yes, if you like,” said Andrew wildly. “The tocsin. War, my lad, war!”
“What! with France?”
“No; England. At last. The King has landed.”