“Same as you do; but I thought I’d give you the option if you did not feel as obstinate as I do.”
“Obstinate? I don’t call it obstinate to hold out now. I’ve seen too many of our poor lads carried to the rear. Here,” continued the speaker, after feeling, “I haven’t used half my cartridges yet. Ask me again when they’re all gone, and then I’ll tell you the idea I’ve got.”
“What is it? Tell me now.”
“Very well. We’ll fire the last cartridge at the cowardly brutes—fifty at least to two—and then give them a surprise.”
“What! walk out and hold up your hands?”
“No; that would be a surprise, of course; but I’ve got a better.”
“Let’s have it.”
“Walk in.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, crawl, then, into the river. Get quietly in from behind some of the overhanging bushes, and float down with the stream.”