“My soul!” he muttered, in deep surprise; “this is not very good generalship on my part.”
What was to be done?
It was plainly impossible to dislodge the foe.
The little band of cavalrymen were now hardly adequate to cope with the foe in their front.
It really seemed as if Cliff had received reinforcements. The number of his band had in some mysterious manner been increased.
Darkness was coming on rapidly.
Something must be done, and at once. Col. Clark racked his brain for an expedient.
Certainly they must extricate themselves from this position, and without delay. Men were falling every moment about them, and the enemy’s line, like a cordon of death, was every moment drawing tighter about them.
Cold sweat broke out upon the intrepid colonel’s brow.
“My God!” he muttered. “What is to be done?”