Panting and excited, they tightened up the drum and tried the fife softly.
"You take the fife, Sarah, and I'll drum."
"All right; but we mustn't stand still. We must march along the shore towards the light."
"Won't they see us?"
"No; we'll walk next the water on the outside beach."
"Oh, yes; and they'll think it's soldiers going down to the Point to head 'em off."
"Just so. Come, begin! One, two,—one, two!"
Drum! drum!! drum!!!
Squeak! squeak!! squeak!!!
"For'ard—march!"