[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XV 13/25
'If we who have horses, and a few others, were to keep the dragoons in play, the people might be able to reach it, and so be sheltered from the fire.' 'At least let my brother and me have a shot or two back at them,' cried one of the marksmen beside the wheel. To all our entreaties and suggestions, however, our leader only replied by a shake of the head, and continued to swing his long legs over the side of the waggon with his eyes fixed intently upon the horsemen, many of whom had dismounted and were leaning their carbines over the cruppers of their chargers. 'This cannot go on, sir,' said the pastor, in a low earnest voice; 'two more men have just been hit.' 'If fifty more men are hit we must wait until they charge,' Saxon answered.
'What would you do, man? If you leave this shelter you will be cut off and utterly destroyed.
When you have seen as much of war as I have done, you will learn to put up quietly with what is not to be avoided.
I remember on such another occasion when the rearguard or nachhut of the Imperial troops was followed by Croats, who were in the pay of the Grand Turk, I lost half my company before the mercenary renegades came to close fighting.
Ha, my brave boys, they are mounting! We shall not have to wait long now.' The dragoons were indeed climbing into their saddles again, and forming across the road, with the evident intention of charging down upon us. At the same time about thirty men detached themselves from the main body and trotted away into the fields upon our right.
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