An hour before me in the race.
He wrung my hand and told me all—
“Look out,” said he, “for a rain of ball
And the thickest shower that well can fall.
“For Brant is watching round about,
And long ere this, by many a scout,
He knows his foes are armed and out.
“We’ll have it heavily, by-and-by;
But that’s no matter—one can but die,
And safer it is to fight than fly.”