But Faith stood calmly, and said to the man who rushed past her, "I trust in the Lord, sir." There was no time to answer.

The shell had left off rolling, and sputtered more fiercely as the fuse thickened.

The man laid hold of this, and tried to pull it out, but could not, and jumped with both feet on it; while Faith, who quite expected to be blown to pieces, said to herself, "What pretty boots he has!" "A fine bit of gunnery!" said the young man, stooping over it, after treading the last spark into the springy sand.

"The little artillery man is wanted here.

Ladies, you may safely stay here now.