"You're one of us—stand by us. You didn't ask to sleep in his old room, did you?"
"No."
"Well, you're there—the right man in the right place, in the nick of time. Will you stand by us?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just blow out the candle—that's all—we'll do the rest. Will you do it?"
The Boy hesitated, smiled and said:
"Yes—when everything's quiet."
The old man had gone to bed and began to snore. The Boy rose noiselessly and blew the candle out.
Instantly from the darkness without, poured a volley of cabbage heads, squashes, potatoes and biscuits. Not a word was spoken, but the charge of the light brigade was swift and terrible.