“I didn’t think Katrine would do it. I begin to respect her. What is that, Jan?”
The man who was at the window spoke:
“The truce is over, sir.”
“Are they coming?”
“Yes, captain.”
“Get your guns ready, then. Where is your rifle, Carl?”
“Here, sir.”
“Mark that Barlow.”
“I can not. My bullet has another work to do. When Robert Holmes is dead it is at your service.”
“Say you so. Well, I do not care. I have no love for him. These rascals come on slowly. They are well versed in woodcraft. Something different from the way our blockheads came up to the stockade at Windsor. Fire whenever you get a chance, boys.”