If you wait a minute or two I think you will hear it." Jack waited another two minutes, and then was about to resume his journey, when suddenly a faint sound came upon the wind.
"You are right, Thompson," he exclaimed, "that's firing, sure enough.

It must be a convoy attacked by peasants." He touched his horse with the spur and galloped forward.

Two miles further on, crossing the brow, they saw, half a mile ahead of them in the dip of the valley, a number of wagons huddled together.

On either side of the road men were lying, and the spurts of smoke that rose from these, as well as from the wagons, proved that they were still stoutly defending themselves.

A light smoke rose from every bush and rock on the hillsides around, showing how numerous were the assailants.