He is brave, but he is reckless, and the discipline of his troop is of the slackest.

Let us ride to his rescue." The troop filed out from the village, and turned down the side road leading to Chalcombe.

Harry set spurs to his horse and led the column at a gallop.

The sound of shots continued without intermission, and presently a bright light shot up.
"Methinks," Harry said to Jacob, "the Roundheads have caught our men asleep, and it is an attack upon the houses rather than a cavalry fight." It was scarcely five minutes from the time they started when they approached the village.

By the light of a house which had been set on fire, Harry saw that his conjecture was well founded.