A minute later the gate was closed and barred, and the men all ran up to the roof, from which three muskets were fired simultaneously.
"Well done!" the Doctor exclaimed.

"That is a good beginning." A minute later a brisk fire was opened from the terrace upon the cavalry, who at once turned and rode rapidly back to their lines.
Captain Forster had not come scathless through the fray; his cheek had been laid open by a sabre cut, and a musket ball had gone through the fleshy part of his arm as he rode back.
"This comes of fighting when there is no occasion," the Doctor growled, when he dressed his wounds.

"Here you are charging a host like a paladin of old, forgetful that we want every man who can lift an arm in defense of this place." "I think, Doctor, there is someone else wants your services more than I do." "Yes; is anyone else hit ?" "No, I don't know that anyone else is hit, Doctor; but as I turned to come into the house after the gates were shut, there was that fellow Bathurst leaning against the wall as white as a sheet, and shaking all over like a leaf.

I should say a strong dose of Dutch courage would be the best medicine there." "You do not do justice to Bathurst, Captain Forster," the Doctor said gravely.

"He is a man I esteem most highly.