At that moment, from some distance along the rampart to the right, came flash after flash, and the reports of ten or a dozen muskets, followed by the rush of feet; and Ben’s voice said, in a low stern tone—
“Steady, steady! No hurry. Reload!”
There was the rustling and rattling of bandoleer and ramrod, and the twinkling of sparks of light, as the reloading went on; while from the angry orders being given, some distance back in the darkness, it was evident that the volley had sent the enemy off in a scare, which was made worse by the plunging, snorting, and galloping of horses which had evidently dashed off, escaping from the men who held their reins.
“How many are you above there?” cried Roy.
“Three, sir.”
“Only two fired.”
“No. My piece wouldn’t go.”
“Are you reloaded?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Be ready.”