CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
"HAS YOUR FATHER BEEN A SOLDIER?"
There had been plenty going on in Mark's absence of an hour or two, andas soon as he had seen the recruits to their little force settled downin the hall to rest and refresh, he hastened up to Master Rayburn tofind how his patient was going on. "Badly, Mark, boy," said the oldman; "very badly. He has been wounded in the mind as well as body. Thebest remedy for him will be the knowledge that his father and sister aresafe. Well, what fortune in your mission?"
"That's good in two ways," he said, as soon as he had heard Mark'saccount; "strengthens your hands, and sounds as if the people aregetting as wise as their masters."
Mark did not wish to discuss that subject, for it was irksome to him ata time when he felt that he did not know whether the Darleys and he wereenemies or friends, his thoughts going toward the former as being themore natural in connection with the past.
Under these circumstances, he hurried away, descended, and found hisfather superintending the repair of the gate which defended the castleby the bridge. The piping times of peace had caused carelessness, andthis gate had been so neglected that Purlrose and his men had had nodifficulty in levering it off the pivots, and gaining an entrance.
Sir Edward was determined not to be caught sleeping again, for sentinelshad been posted, and various means taken for strengthening the place.As for the damage to the great doors of the hall, these had already beencovered with stout boarding, and missiles in the shape of heavy stonesand pigs of lead were piled up on the platform of each tower.
Under Dan Rugg's supervision, arquebuses had been cleaned and placedready for use, and a couple of small cannon trained where they couldsweep the approach to the bridge, and in turn the gateways leading intothe outer and inner courts.
Sir Edward expressed himself as being highly pleased with his son'ssuccess; and, treating him in this emergency as if he were a man, hejoined him in the little council of war that was held with Dan Rugg. Inthis the best way of proceeding was discussed, and it was determinedthat instead of waiting for the darkness, the attacking party should setoff early in the evening.
For old Dan had said: "It's no use to think of trying to surprise themnow, master; they'll be well on the look out for us, and have men ready.Means a sharp bit of fighting to get up to the hole yonder, but once weget there, the powder will fight for us."
"You mean to fire some at the entrance?" said Mark.
"Ay, Master Mark; that's it, and then send another bag in before us, andfire that, and go on doing it till we've either blasted 'em all out ofthe place or made 'em so sick and sorry that they'll cry surrender."
The hours glided by, as it seemed to Mark, very slowly, till the timeappointed for starting approached; and, after a final glance at Ralph,he was coming down, when Master Rayburn followed him.
"I should like to come with you, Mark, my boy," he said gravely, "but myplace is here. Heaven grant that you may be successful; and if youare," he said meaningly, "there will be peace in our vale."
Mark pressed his hand, buckled on his sword, and went down into the yardto join his father, who was giving final instructions to the wounded menabout keeping the gates fast during their absence, not that an attackwas expected, but "to make assurance doubly sure."
While he was giving his last instructions, Dummy came running over thebridge, and trotted up to Sir Edward.
"Well, boy, could you see anything?"
"Yes," replied Dummy, with a sharp nod of the head. "You can see two,if you go far enough, one on each side of the hill, keeping a look out."
"Did they see you?"
"Nay, I was a-creeping among the bushes."
"Then it is of no use to try and get up unobserved, Mark," said SirEdward, quietly. "It must be a bold open attack."
He turned and said a few words to Sir Morton Darley's men, Nick and therest, after having had their injuries tended, and a few hours' rest andrefreshment, looking far better prepared for the encounter, and fallinginto their places with sullen determination.
Mark, at a word from his father, marched up alongside of Nick Garth, whogave him a surly nod, and seemed to be about to speak, but checkedhimself, and then let his curiosity master him.
"What ha' they got in them baskets?" he said, nodding to a couple strungfrom poles, and each hanging from two men's shoulders, "bread andcheese?"
"No: blasting-powder."
"Eh? What for?" said the man, staring.
"Blow out the cavern," said Mark quietly.
The man uttered a low long whistle, and then a grim smile covered hisface.
"Hah!" he whispered, "that does a man good, young Eden! I was coming,and I meant to fight till I dropped; but after what we tried to do, Iknew they'd be too many for us; but I begin to see my way now."
"Yes, they don't like the powder," said Mark. "We made them run with itwhen they attacked us here."
"What, did they 'tack you here?"
"Yes, and were beaten off, and came down to you."
"Well, it wasn't very neighbourly to send 'em down to us," said the mansourly.
"You should have beaten them off, and sent them back again," said Mark,smiling.
Then the order to march came, and the little band of sturdy men went offat a solemn tramp, Dummy carrying a couple of lanterns and a box slungfrom his shoulder, well supplied with torches, candles, and slow match,for the powder which it did not fall to his lot to bear.
As they passed over the bridge, the wounded men clanged to the gates,and two of them took their places on the tower above, while, as theparty tramped across and turned to descend the zigzag, a thought came toMark, and he turned back to glance at the window of his bed-chamber, ashe wished that Ralph Darley were uninjured and marching by his side tohelp in the rescue of his father and sister.
There were two faces at the casement: those of Mary and Master Rayburn;and as the lad descended the slope they waved their hands to him. Thenext minute the cliff-side hid them from view.
The march in the calm bright evening was uneventful. Everything was sobeautiful that it seemed hard to realise the horrors which had takenplace during the past night, till Mark looked to right or left, and sawthe bandages of several of the men. Nick Garth, too, was limping, buthe resolutely kept on declaring that it was nothing to mind.
The Steeple Stone was left to the right, for there was this time noparty of allies to meet; and very soon the great heavy mass of barrenrocky hill loomed up before them, higher and higher, till the party wereout from among the trees which had so far concealed their march, andproof was soon given that they were observed.
For all at once something was seen to be in motion, and Dummy shouted:
"There: I told you so!"
At the distance they then were, the object seen might have been a sheepor goat, slowly moving up the higher part of the mountain; but beforelong it stood out on the ridge, clear against the golden evening sky,plainly enough now a man.
Mark judged that after watching them the sentinel waved his hand to someone below, for the movement was seen, and a few minutes later another,and again another figure came up to stand clearly marked against thesky; and after a time all descended, their course being tracked down thebarren hill face, till they disappeared, without doubt, in through themouth of the cavern.
"Preparing a warm reception for us, Mark, my lad," said Sir Edward,advancing to his son's side; "but we shall be able to give them oneequally warm. Well, my man, how are the wounds? Would you like to haveten minutes' halt?"
Nick, to whom this was addressed, showed his teeth in a peculiar smile.
"When we've done our work, master; not before. Dessay we shall be'bliged to wait before we get in."
"I hope not," said Sir Edward. "I mean for us to make a bold rush."
"That's right, master," said the man, whose fellows were listeningeagerly; "but I've been thinking about Sir Morton yonder, and my younglady."
"Yes? What about them?" asked Sir Edward.
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"You're going to use blasting-powder?"
"Well, what of that?"
"I was thinking about them inside. We wouldn't like to hurt them."
"Of course not; but as I know the place, there is little fear. I wentin some distance, some twenty years ago, and the passages run to and froand keep opening up into chambers. Now, one of these, some distance in,is sure to be turned into a prison for the captives, where they would bebeyond the reach of the powder, and I feel certain that they would betoo far away to be hurt."
"Won't bring the roof down upon 'em, will it?" asked the man.
"I don't think there is any fear; but it is only where we fail to drivethe wretches back that I shall have a charge fired. I must save my menfrom injury as much as I can."
"That's what Sir Morton used to say, young gentleman," said Nick, as SirEdward drew back; and for the next half-hour the attacking party, a goodtwenty strong, advanced steadily, the steepness of the climb soonenforcing slower progress.
For some little time now they had been aware of the fact that the enemyhad been making preparations for an attack. Taught by the last, theyhad worked hard, and built-up a massive wall across the entrance totheir stronghold, this defensive work being formed of the rough blockslying about the little slope, and for the most part they were draggeddown, and hoisted into their place.
Upon this, half-a-dozen armed men were standing, watching theirapproach, and the attacking party made out their swords and pikes, thelatter leaning against a rock, with their bright steel heads slopingtowards the climbers.
When these latter were within about a hundred yards, Sir Edward haltedhis party, and ranged them in a curved line, the men at a short distancefrom each other, so that as they all made for the mouth of the cave theywould gradually draw together, and be close when they delivered theattack.
"Pikes only," said Sir Edward. "Keep your swords for the closehand-to-hand work."
"Has your father been a soldier, youngster?" whispered Nick Garthhoarsely.
"No; why?"
"Talks like one. He couldn't do better. He'll give the word soon, andthe sooner the better. I've got my wind now. 'Member the master andthe young missus, lads."
There was a growl from his companions, and as Mark glanced at them hefelt that it would go hard with any one among the enemy who came withinreach of their pikes.
The enemy had, however, now descended from the top of their wall, andonly their heads and breasts were visible, as, ten strong now, theystood in a row, with their pikes resting upon the top; ready to thrustat the first who came within reach.
"Now, my lads," cried Sir Edward; "have you all got your wind?"
"Ay!" ran along the crescent line.
"You with the powder, and the two centre men stand fast till you arewanted."
This order was obeyed as the next was given, and headed by Sir Edwardand his son, the party made steadily for the wall, at first slowly andgradually increasing the pace, till Sir Edward cried, "Charge!" and theybroke into a trot, the fastest speed to be attained to upon such aslope.
Then, amidst shouts of hatred and mocking defiance from the marauders,there was the clash of steel, and the heavy rattling noise made by thepike-staves, as, thrusting and stabbing, the attacking party strove towin their way over the wall. Sir Edward led his men bravely, while, ina wild fit of excitement, Mark, young as he was, strove to show theDarley men that he was worthy to be their leader.
A fierce rage filled these men, fresh from the ruined home, and half madwith desire to revenge themselves upon those who had given them theirwounds; but all along it was the same; they were at a terribledisadvantage in their approach, their enemies having their undefendedbodies as marks for their weapons, while they had only head andshoulders to strike at, the rest of their bodies being safe, behind thestrong breastwork.
Then, too, feeling secure in this approach to their stronghold, themarauders stood firm, waiting their opportunities, and then thrustinghome, with the result that several of their assailants went down, and atthe end of five minutes' vain attack, Sir Edward ordered the men to drawback a few yards, and with some difficulty he and his son, by rushingbefore them, and thrusting up their pikes, induced them to obey.
"This is useless, Mark," he said anxiously. "They are too strong forus. Take the extreme right next time we advance, and I will take theleft. Then as soon as they are well engaged in front, you, with two menmust try to get in over your end, and drop over amongst them from theside, and I will do the same. Do you dare to do that?"
"I feel as if it is horribly risky," replied the boy, "but I'll try."
"Then you will do it," said Sir Edward quietly. "Choose your men, and Iwill do the same."
Five minutes later, amidst the mocking jeers of the men behind thebreastwork, a fresh attack was made, and as Mark reached the front, heducked down to avoid a thrust from a lance, crept close to the wall and,followed by Nick Garth and Ram Jennings, turned the end of the stones,climbed on, and reached the stone-strewn cliffs behind.
Then, knowing that the two men, in their fierce energy and hate, wouldbe quite close, Mark turned suddenly, drew himself up, sword in hand--his followers letting their pikes slip through their hands, and holdingthem close up to the heads--and leaped down inside the breastwork, hisfather simultaneously coming over at the other flank.
There was not much force in either attack, but it proved effectual byits suddenness, throwing the defenders into confusion.
These rallied directly, and pikes were swung round and directed at theflanking parties, but the momentary check gave the men in front theopportunity to rush close up to the breastwork, which now became theirprotection, the defenders, having fallen back, becoming in turn exposed.
The fight now became furious, for the marauders began to back toward themouth of the cave, giving way step by step, as the length of their linewas gradually contracted by one after another dashing in, till all hadpassed into the narrow passage, the first men blocking the way with theheads of their pikes, while their fellows stooped and crept beneath,till the last was in safety. It is needless to say that an attempt tofollow would have meant instant death.
A cheer now rose from the attacking party, who had achieved the takingof the outwork, and Sir Edward forced his way to his son's side, to claphim on the shoulder, as he stood just out of reach of the defenders'bristling pikes, which effectually barred the way.
"We have them now, Mark," he cried. "Pass the word there for DanielRugg."
But a low growl on the other side of the wall told that there was noneed to pass any word. As soon as he saw that there was a chance forthe next step, Dan had signed to Dummy, who trotted forward withlantern, fuse, and powder-bag, and father and son climbed into thelittle fort a few feet away from the opening into the cavern.
"Silence!" roared Sir Edward now--"you within there, lay down your arms,and march out at once."
A defiant yell came from the holders of the pikes, enraging Nick Garthto such an extent that he picked up a block of stone from the top of thebreastwork, raised it above his head, and dashed it into the doorway,Ram Jennings following suit with another.
The stones crashed in among the pikes with plenty of rattling, and aburst of yells followed as the men picked up a couple more.
"Stop, there," cried Sir Edward sternly. "You can do no good, and Iwant the wall left sound for our own protection."
Nick growled savagely, but he obeyed, and the men all stood fast at thecavern's mouth with presented pikes, ready to attack if any movement wasmade by the defenders, while Dan Rugg and his son quickly prepared theirmissile.
"Ready," shouted Dan from where he stood inside the wall with, his backto the men, and with Dummy looking intensely interested standing readywith the lantern.
"You, in there," cried Sir Edward now, "will you surrender?"
"No," cried a hoarse voice from inside. "Go back with your ragged packof hungry hounds, or we'll come and burn you out as we did the otheridiot."
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bsp; "Once more," cried Sir Edward, who still hesitated to proceed to thesternest measures; "will you give up your prisoners and surrender?"
"Bah! Laugh at him, boys," cried the same hoarse voice: and anotherderisive yell arose.
"Out with you, my lads," cried Sir Edward; and his men sprang over thewall again.
"You too, Mark," said Sir Edward; and Mark followed, while Dan Rugg cameclose up with his bag of powder and fuse carefully tied in.
"Lay it as near as you can, so as to be out of reach of the pikes."
"No good, Sir Edward," said the man in a husky whisper. "Out with you.I'm going to light the fuse, and go right close, and heave it in overtheir pikes."
"But that is too dangerous for you."
"Not it. I know to a quarter of a minute when it will fire, and I shallhold it till then. That'll give me time to jump the wall. Quick, sir,please."
It was no time for hesitation, and feeling that his old servant at themine could be trusted, Sir Edward climbed the wall, and Dummy, showinghis teeth in a satisfied grin, opened the door of the lantern.
The next moment Dan had held the end of the short fuse he had providedto the candle, and a slight spluttering began.
"Over with you," growled Dan, as his son snapped to the lantern door.
"Take care of yourself, daddy," said the boy coolly.
"You be off," growled Dan, and Dummy placed the lantern on the top ofthe breastwork, and vaulted over amongst the men, who were crouchingdown behind, to be out of the blast.
All this had taken place unknown to the defenders, who, from thenarrowness of the entrance, were shut off from seeing the quaint,sardonic face of the old miner, as he stood holding the bag, with theburning fuse spluttering and sending up its curls of greyish smoke.
The men held their breath, and Mark's eyes dilated as he watched thebrave old fellow holding the bag, in the full knowledge that if he heldthe powder a moment too long he must be shattered to pieces.
It was a combination of the familiarity which breeds contempt and theconfidence born of long experience which made Dan Rugg stand there socoolly for what seemed to be a long time before turning as he watchedthe burning fuse.
"Heads down there," he said suddenly; "she's going off."
There was a quick movement, but Mark felt as if he was held by anightmare dream, and he stood there watching, as the old man took acouple of steps forward, and now for the first time in full sight ofthose who held the fence of cross pikes.
In an instant there was a wild yell, and the pikes went down with theirheads to the stones, and disappeared, but it was as Dan Rugg raised thebag above his head, and hurling it right into the cavern passage, hestarted aside to the shelter of the wall, while now by a step aside Markalso reached shelter. Then there was a roar and a burst of flame andsmoke came as from the mouth of a cannon, and the men sprang up again tocheer.
"Steady--steady!" cried Sir Edward. "Now, my lads, over the wall withyou, and follow me; never mind the smoke. Rugg, have another chargeready; we shall want it soon."
"Ay, Sir Edward, that was a failure. I didn't hold it long enough.They had time to get away."
Sir Edward and his son entered the murk, and had to feel their way, andhalted.
"Light torches," cried Mark: and half-a-dozen were lit and passed in,when once more the party advanced, expecting to be attacked, but theblast had produced a scare, though it had done no serious harm, savetearing down a few stones, and instead of attacking, the marauders stoodon their defence in the place familiar to Mark and some of the men.
There was again the same bristling array of pikes in the opening; andafter a renewed summons to surrender, the old miner proceeded coolly toprepare a second bag of powder.
This was fired, but the explosion did not take place till some timeafter the defenders of the cavern had retreated; and for a while thepassage was so stifling with the fumes that it was impossible to go on,so the party had to draw back to allow them to be dissipated.
At last it was deemed prudent to proceed, and once more the advance wasordered, the men eagerly obeying; and with torches adding their smoke tothat already hanging in the gloomy cracks and vaults, they pressed ontill once more the way was blocked.
It was no array of spear-points in a narrow passage, but in this casethe solid blocking of a wall of stone, built-up with care, the stoneswell wedged in, a narrow opening left for the retreat of the defendershaving been filled up since their last retreat, and the wonder to thosewho examined it was that it had been so quickly secured.
The choice of position, though, had been well made, for the passage wasnot above four feet wide at this point, and the roof had sunk till itwas in this particular spot only five in height.
Once more the powder was brought forward by Dummy, the bag laid close tothe bottom stones, the fuse added, and lit, and the party retired to asafe distance, to wait until the powder had swept the barrier away.
The explosion was long in coming, and when it did, with a mighty roar,an hour had to be passed before another advance was made, but no fartherthan the wall, which was found apparently quite uninjured, though thepowder had brought down a huge mass from the roof.
"Pull it down," said Sir Edward impatiently, and a couple of the men--there was no room for more--attacked the well-fitted stones, but onlyfor one to start back with a cry of rage and pain, his hand to his side.
"Hurt?" cried Mark excitedly, and he ran to the man's aid, to be sentstaggering back by a heavy blow.
It was Sir Edward's turn to rush to his son, and he too reeled as hereceived a thrust, but in the case of both, the pike-thrusts did notpenetrate their clothes, the point of the weapon having been turned,unknown to the man who used it, by a thrust against the rock.
It was a warning, and throwing the light of the torches well upon thebuilt-up wall, a couple of the men found the holes through which thethrusts had been made, and advancing cautiously to send their pikesthrough, had to leap back again, for the enemy thrust at them. Nickstruck in turn, though, and a yell of pain told that it was not withouteffect.
"Keep back," cried Sir Edward, as his men advanced recklessly, and whenthe wounded man had been drawn away and carried out, after a roughbandage had been applied to his wound, Sir Edward turned to his son.
"You must be hurt, my boy," he whispered.
"I was, father, horribly."
"But I mean wounded."
"Only my doublet," said the lad merrily. "What are we to do now?"
After a few moments' thought, as Nick Garth had been so able, Sir Edwarddecided to let him try again, which he eagerly did, feigning so as todraw a thrust from the enemy, and darting aside and close up to thewall. Then, as the man withdrew his pike, Nick, holding his own short,thrust it through after it, and again there was a yell of pain, butalmost at the same moment Ram Jennings was just reached by a thrustthrough another hole, and sprang back, roaring like a wild beast.
"Yah! don't howl like that," cried Nick angrily; "do as I do."
But poor Ram Jennings preferred to stand nursing his injured arm, andwatching his fellow ramming away with his pike, as if loading a gun,till suddenly it was jerked out of his hand, and drawn through the wall.
"Look at that," he growled. "Here, give's hold of another."
But Sir Edward ordered him back.
"It's of no use, my lad," he cried; "come away."
"All very well to say come away, captain," growled the man, as he stoodclose up, "but if I stir, I shall get a hole through me."
Sir Edward saw the man's difficult position, and gave an order in a lowtone, when every man bearing a light ran back and round one of thecorners, leaving the cavern in darkness.
Nick took advantage thereof, and sprang away from his perilous position.The rattle of a pike-staff against the stones told that a thrust hadbeen made at him in the darkness.
"Are you hit?" cried Mark anxiously.
"Ay, youngster, but on'y with the staff," growled Nick; and the orderfor the lights to be brought
back was given and obeyed.
"Another, Rugg," said Sir Edward laconically, and Dan, who had a bagready, primed with fuse, laid it on the stony floor, picked it up on thepoint of a pike, and advanced to place it against the wall.
A couple of thrusts were made at it directly, but he lowered it, and theenemy could not force their points down low enough to reach it. But asDan placed it against the bottom of the wall the pikes were aimed now athis breast.
"Back!" roared Sir Edward, as Mark rushed at the man to drag him away.
"All right, Master Mark," said Dan coolly; "my arms and my pike are aslong as theirs. They can't reach me. They've got all the thickness ofthe wall to push through as well;" and he coolly placed the powder-bagand arranged the fuse ready for being lighted.
"I did not think of that, Dan," said Mark.
"Ay, but I did," said the old fellow, chuckling. "Now, Dummy, my boy,son, bring a lighted torch."
Dummy trotted forward, and they heard a growl from beyond the wall, asthe miner thrust the point of his pike into the end of the torch, andthen reached out toward the fuse, but only succeeded in getting ithalf-way before it was knocked off the point of his weapon.
"Ah, deal o' good that's done," growled Dan, trying to drive the pointof his pike into the torch again. "There," he shouted, "run for it; Ican reach to pitch it up to the bag."
The men on the other side did not grasp the fact that if Dan did thishis companions would fare worse than they, but scuffled off at once,their steps being plainly heard.
"Fools!" growled Dan, and stepping forward, he picked up the torch, wentclose up to the wall, and touched the end of the fuse, which began tosparkle at once.
"Plenty o' time, Sir Edward," he said coolly, "if you'll now order usback."
The order was given, and as it was obeyed, Sir Edward and his sonretiring last, they saw Nick Garth step close up to old Dan and pat himon the shoulder.
"You're a cool one, mate," he said. "I never see one as cool as you."
Dan chuckled a little, and all went along the narrow passage and intothe chamber beyond, well out of reach of the blast, and waited.
It was a good two minutes before the explosion took place, and Mark hadmade perfectly sure that the fuse had gone out, when there was asensation as if his breath was being sucked away, then a deafening roar,followed by a crash.
Again they had to wait till the fumes had somewhat dispersed. Then,with Sir Edward and Mark leading, they returned, expecting to see thewall demolished; but as far as they could see it was perfectly sound,while another huge mass from the roof had come down, to lie piled upbefore it, so that there was hardly room for a man to crawl over theheap, so close was it to the roof.
"It's of no use, Mark," whispered Sir Edward, as they drew back a littlefrom the smoke, "we must devise some other plan. It is useless to tryanother bag there without first clearing away the mass of stones, and wecan only do that at the expense of many men wounded by pike-thrusts,perhaps killed."
"Yes," said Mark, "and it doesn't seem fair to order them to do it."
"I cannot, my boy. There, we have done our work for this time. Let'sget out of this horrible smoke."
"Hoi, you!" came from beyond the wall; "if you fire any more of thatchoke-dog stuff, I'll give orders to my men to kill the prisoners,'specially the girl."
"You cowardly ruffian!" cried Mark, in a rage.
"Bah! Puppy!" came back scornfully.
"Don't answer, boy," said Sir Edward softly.
"But father!--if--"
"It is only a boast. They dare not do such a thing as that. Come."
They retired, making for the mouth of the cavern, where the cool nightair blew with refreshing force.
"But we cannot give up, father," cried Mark.
"I am not going to give up, my boy," said Sir Edward quietly. "When anassault upon a stronghold fails, a general tries to starve his enemyinto submission. We must do the same here. Unfortunately they musthave stores, and they have a good supply of water from a spring withinthere. But still we must try. The first thing is to protect ourselvesfrom a sudden attack, and this will be easy. Now, my lads, every mantake in a block of stone, and carry it into the cavern as far as the endof the first chamber. Take these from the breastwork; we do not want itnow, for we shall encamp inside."
Mark nodded approval, and the men, glad that the night's fighting was atan end, set to work with a will, after laying their arms aside; and inless than an hour had walled up to a great thickness the narrow exitfrom the cavern, wedging in the top stones with blows, and in spite ofthe want of mortar producing a good solid piece of work, through whichno pikes could be thrust.
This done, Sir Edward reduced his force to one-third, this being plentyto defend the wall should it be attacked from the inner side; and therest were sent back to the Tor Castle, for provisions and blankets.
"Now, Mark, lad," said Sir Edward, "the thing to consider is, how longcan the enemy hold out?"
"Not long, father," replied the lad; "they cannot have a very goodsupply."
"That," said Sir Edward, "remains to be proved."