Two of yours, Clarke, and two of yours, Lockarby.
I can spare one also.

That makes five.

Now here are ten others of a sort and three muskets.

Twenty shots in all.

Have you no pistols, Sir Gervas?
'No, but I can get a pair,' said our companion, and springing upon his horse he forced his way through the ditch, past the barrier, and so down the road in the direction of the dragoons.
The movement was so sudden and so unexpected that there was a dead silence for a few seconds, which was broken by a general howl of hatred and execration from the peasants.