“Look out, the Yankees are coming!” he cried.
I glanced through the window, and recognized a man of Mohun’s command, who also recognized me.
“How near are they?” I said, attempting to swallow the burning tea.
“Not a quarter of a mile off, colonel!”
“That will give me time,” I said.
And I applied myself again to the tea, which this time I poured out into the saucer, in order to cool it.
“Look out, colonel!” cried the man.
“Where are they?”
“At the gate.”
I finished the tea, and the goblet of cream just as the man shouted:—