There they faced about and for a time held their lives safe.

But every moment fresh men rushed in upon them, yelling their cries, "Gatineau! Gatineau! A bas les Anglais!" The Ottawa leader was panting hard, and he could not much longer hold his own.

His two companions were equally badly off.

Harry was pale and bleeding, but still in good heart.

The lieutenant was unmarked as yet, and coolly smoking his cigar, but he knew well that unless help arrived their case was hopeless.
"We can't run," he remarked, calmly, "but a dignified and speedy retreat is in order if it can be executed.