Farquharson was on the roof on the lookout.

Quiet greetings were exchanged between wives and husbands.
"It didn't last long," Wilson said; "not above five minutes, I should say, from the time when we opened fire." "It seemed to us an age," Amy Hunter replied; "it was dreadful not to be able to see what was going on; it seemed to me everyone must be killed with all that firing." "It was sharp while it lasted," the Major said; "but we were all snug enough except against a stray bullet, such as that which hit poor young Richards.

He behaved very gallantly, and none of us knew he was hit till it was all over." "But how did Captain Forster get his bayonet wound ?" Mrs.Doolan asked.
"I saw him go in just now into the surgery; it seemed to me he had a very serious wound, for his jacket was cut from the breast up to the shoulder, and he was bleeding terribly, though he made light of it." "He jumped down into the middle of them," the Major said.

"Bathurst jumped down first, and was fighting like a madman with a mace he has got.

We could do nothing, for we were afraid of hitting him, and Forster jumped down to help him, and, as he did so, got that rip with the bayonet; it is a nasty cut, no doubt, but it is only a flesh wound." "Where is Mr.Bathurst ?" Mrs.Doolan asked; "is he hurt, too?
Why did he jump down?
I should not have thought," and she stopped.
"I fancy a sort of fury seized him," the Major said; "but whatever it was, he fought like a giant.