“In course we need your help,” replied Harmon. “Mebbe we’ll whip ther skunks yet.”
“We’ll try it.”
“Begorra, that we will,” cried Barney. “Whurroo! av’ I only had a good whack at that baste av’ a Cliff now I’d sphoil his beauty foriver.”
Walter Barrows and Bessie had been holding a joyful conference. But now the order went up:
“Every man to his post. The enemy are coming.”
There were no delinquents. Not one in that heroic little band hung back.
It was true that the foe were coming again to the attack.
With Cliff leading them they were charging furiously up the hill. But the Vigilants stood firm and gave them a raking volley.
For a moment they wavered. Then once more they came on.
Cliff’s voice could be heard as he rallied them.