“Yes.” She reached for them, and poured the powder down the barrels.
“Not too much, Mademoiselle. We may run short.”
To miss a mark in that solid mob would have been difficult. The first four shots brought down three men, and sent another limping away with a bleeding foot.
“Keep it up, Father! Don’t wait an instant. Fast, Mademoiselle, fast! Ah, there’s one more. See, they are falling back. Take the other wall, Father. See that they do not come from the rear.”
The priest ran about the hut, peering through the chinks.
“I see nothing,” he called.
“You had better stay there, then. Keep a close watch.”
The maid laid two loaded muskets at the Captain’s side.
“Can we hold them off, M’sieu?”