"How many?"
"Forty at least; they came by a boat up Loch Lomond from Dumbarton."
"How many are in the fort now?"
"I have reckoned four companies of eighty men each."
"Three hundred and twenty muskets."
"Nay, for twenty of these have halberts."
"True—the sergeants."
"Then there are six tairneanach" (thunder-mouths).
"At the gate. I have marked them from the hill; they are six-pound cannon, I believe; but let us once pass the barrier and they will be useless. I have but five hundred claymores, yet I will make an attempt, if it should cost me my life and the lives of all who adhere to me," said Rob Roy, firmly.
"At what hour will you advance?"