“What!” cried Marcus, with a look of horror, as he turned from watching the approaching enemy spreading out more and more over the open plain.
“I said if it wasn’t what it is,” said Serge, quietly.
“But you wouldn’t give up, Serge, come what may?”
“Do I look the sort of man to give up when I have work to do?”
“No, no,” cried Marcus, warmly. “It was wrong of me to think it even for a moment. But now, Serge, our way lies away to the left.”
“No, boy; I’ve been watching every turn we took, and if we kept on as we are now we should about be in the line our army took.”
“Then we must make a brave dash now and with lowered spears gallop right through them.”
“And come down before we were half through their line, boy.”
“Oh, don’t oppose what seems to be the only plan, Serge!” cried the boy, appealingly.
“I oppose it because it means being killed or taken prisoners.”