"I know that, sir," interrupted Godfrey, "but I will stand by the rest of you."
"And so will I, father," Nathan cried, hoarsely. "Do you think I would desert you at such a time? Mr. Welfare, can't you give me a gun or a—"
Crash! A musket butt thundered against the panels of the door. Crash! crash! The blows rained hard and fast, and the timbers began to split. The farmer cocked his weapon, and held it ready.
"I'll keep my word," he muttered. "If we can hold out a bit the yeomen may arrive—"
"By that time the house will be taken," cried Captain Stanbury. "There is only one course, Welfare." He stepped toward the door, but before he could reach it the report of a musket rang loudly, and a clatter of hoofs was heard on the road. Then came yells and cheers, the pounding ceased, and there was a rush of heavy feet off the porch. Crack! crack! crack! Firearms were blazing noisily, and the night rang to the din of angry voices and frightened and plunging steeds.
"Our fellows have arrived," cried the farmer, "and are engaging the enemy."
"God grant they conquer!" said Captain Stanbury, throwing an arm around Nathan's shoulder.
For two or three minutes the fusillade and din lasted. Then a bugle note rang clear, followed by triumphant shouts and furious clatter of hoofs.
"The enemy are off!" cried Welfare. "We are saved!"
As he spoke the porch echoed to the tread of many feet, and hearty voices demanded admission.