“Yow pitched me in dam and set dawg at me.”
Then the door was closed and we prepared for the next attack from the murmuring crowd outside.
But none came, and the voices gradually grew fainter and died away, while, taking it in turns, we watched till morning began to break without any farther demonstration on the part of the enemy.
“We’re safe for this time, boys,” said Uncle Dick.
“Now go and have a few hours’ rest. I’ll call you when the men come.”
We were only too glad, and ten minutes later we were all asleep on some shavings and straw in the upper workshop, while Uncle Dick and Piter kept guard.