"I will take the spyglass and go to the roof," said Jack. "Perhaps I'll be able to see something."
Armed with the glass he made his way to the garret of the plantation home, and then up a ladder leading to a scuttle of the roof. Marion, as anxious as anybody, came after him.
Standing on the roof, Jack adjusted the spyglass and gave a long look in the direction from whence the sounds were proceeding.
"What do you see, Jack?"
"I can see nothing but smoke," he answered. "Some is over at Bannock's woods and the other near Townley church."
"Don't you see any of our soldiers?"
"No. The trees are in the way, and all I can see is a stretch of the bay road. Hark! the cannon are at it again!"
"But the sounds are closer," persisted Marion.
"That is true. They must be—hullo! there come our men, along the bottom of the woods—they are retreating!"
"Do you mean to say they are coming this way, Jack?"