It was little enough that the four of them could display. If every cartridge accounted for a man, small damage would be done to their foes.
"I flung a belt of cartridges in a corner of the tower before we left," said Grigosie.
They all turned to look at him.
"Did you fling some food into a corner, too?" asked Stefan.
"No, but I marked that birds used the plateau in the early morning,"
Grigosie answered.
"They'll be coming in larger numbers presently, and, maybe, get a good picking off the four of us," said Stefan. "You haven't happened upon a fountain of wine, have you?"
"That, too, is supplied, Stefan; you can hear it leaping down the mountain-side, and see it too," and the boy pointed to a corner of the plateau which was within reach of the narrow stream which, from the heights, fell with many a cascade into the pass beneath.
Stefan looked at him for a moment, and then said in disgust: "Water and birds; fairies' fodder."
"It might be worse," said Anton.
"Wait a day or two, comrade, and you'll be crying a different tale," said Stefan, "although, for that matter, the food will doubtless last our time. Had we, in our small circle here, half a dozen taverns filled from cellar floor to garret ceiling, those fellows yonder would give us little chance of visiting them. Keep watch here, Anton; I'll go to the gate."