“I know what I should like to find,” said Chris, speaking as eagerly as his companion.
“What?” said the doctor, for Chris stopped suddenly, and seemed lost in thought.
“I suppose it couldn’t be done,” the boy added dreamily, “but I seem as if I was on the side of all those people who were beaten, and I should like to see how many of the enemy they killed before the last of them were massacred.”
“You’d like to count their enemies’ skulls, eh, Chris?” said the doctor, smiling. “Yes, I feel something of the same kind; but nature has forbidden that, my boy. You see we are amidst heaps of dust.”
“But we may find some of their weapons that they used,” said Bourne. “We must search for them.”
“I should like to put a word in here, gentlemen,” said Griggs suddenly, “for I’ve got a touch—a bad one—of our young friends’ complaint. We’ve a good two hours’ broad sunshine yet, I should say.”
“Oh, quite that,” said the doctor.
“Well, there’s all that lot of ammunition yonder at the top of the trap.”
“Yes,” said the doctor; “I begin to think you’re right about that, Griggs.”
“And seeing what a stand the poor people made here, fighting from room to room—or house to house, I suppose I ought to call it—I can’t help thinking that there was something pretty desperate went on before they let the enemy get up those steps.”