"Well, I'll bet there are enough of our fellows there to hold it, anyhow," declared Al, stoutly.
"No, there ain't; there ain't above a thousand Yanks there," answered the corporal, with conviction. "An' we'll have four thousand. Besides that, they don't know we're comin', an' we'll gobble 'em before they wake up."
"That does seem like pretty big odds," admitted Al. "Still, I think they'll hold you."
"No, they won't," repeated the corporal, as he stepped through the doorway, key in hand. "Well, I got to be goin'. Bye-bye, Yanks. Sleep tight."
The key turned in the lock and he was gone, leaving the boys to themselves.
CHAPTER XVIII THE DEFENCE OF GLASGOW
As soon as their kindly but indiscreet jailer was out of hearing, Al exclaimed in a whisper, that the sentry might not overhear,
"Wallace, we must get out of here somehow and up to Glasgow to warn our garrison. It may not do any good; I'm afraid the Johnnies will be too many, but our boys mustn't be surprised if we can help it."