“Ye’ll hae the gates opened?”
“No; so blow your trumpet again. Defiance! There!”
He took a clean aim with a great potato; and the bailiff had to dodge the shot very sharply, to avoid receiving the blow on his cheek.
But the shot was not wasted, for a man behind had it full in the chest, and a shout arose.
“That will do!” cried the bailiff. “You’ve struck a blow, so you must put up with the consequences. Noo, my lads, come on!”
Chapter Twenty Five.
How Donald played the War March.
The bailiff turned to his men and gave them an order, whose effect was to make them shuffle together.