"Ready to open the bung-holes in the tavern barrels?"
"Ay, and drink the spirit as it runs."
"Then you're the men for Dick Ingle. Claiborne, how many have you in your command?"
"Forty."
"Take twenty, and climb yonder stairs. There is a gap in the palisade at their head. Put your men through it single file, and in dead silence. There is no guard.
"Ralph!"
"Ay."
"Do you take the other twenty and follow the longer trail leading to the rear of the town. When our approach is known, the rush will be for the river gate. That leaves your gate weak. Beat it down. Once in, I leave you to your work."
"Trust me!"
"The rest of you follow me. Swift and still. That's your motto till we burst in with a yell, and surprise our friends. The guard is bribed, the gate unbarred. Up and forward!"