The mutineers, however, who were evidently much depressed by the failure, carried the bodies off quietly, and at twelve o'clock firing recommenced.
That evening, after it was dark, the men gathered on the terrace.
"Well, gentlemen," the Major said, "we have beaten them off today, and we may do it again, but there is no doubt how it must all end.

You see, this afternoon their guns have all been firing at a fresh place in the wall; and if they make another breach or two, and attack at them all together, it will be hopeless to try to defend them.

You see, now that we have several sick and wounded, the notion of making our escape is almost knocked on the head.

At the last moment each may try to save his life, but there must be no desertion of the sick and wounded as long as there is a cartridge to be fired.

Our best hope is in getting assistance from somewhere, but we know nothing of what is going on outside.