[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XV 12/25
I saw Master Joshua Pettigrue catch him in his long arms, and settle some bedding under his head, so that he lay breathing heavily and pattering forth prayers.
The minister showed himself a man that day, for amid the fierce carbine fire he walked boldly up and down, with a drawn rapier in his left hand--for he was a left-handed man--and his Bible in the other. 'This is what you are dying for, dear brothers,' he cried continually, holding the brown volume up in the air; 'are ye not ready to die for this ?' And every time he asked the question a low eager murmur of assent rose from the ditches, the waggon, and the road. 'They aim like yokels at a Wappenschaw,' said Saxon, seating himself on the side of the waggon.
'Like all young soldiers they fire too high. When I was an adjutant it was my custom to press down the barrels of the muskets until my eye told me that they were level.
These rogues think that they have done their part if they do but let the gun off, though they are as like to hit the plovers above us as ourselves.' 'Five of the faithful have fallen,' said Hope-above Williams.
'Shall we not sally forth and do battle with the children of Antichrist? Are we to lie here like so many popinjays at a fair for the troopers to practise upon ?' 'There is a stone barn over yonder on the hill-side,' I remarked.
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