Here, my lad, let me look." A glance was sufficient.

Just within the gate, barely beyond reach of our weapons, with a clear stretch of lawn between, was a battery of four guns, already in position, the caissons at the rear, the cannoneers pointing the muzzles.

Back of these grim dogs was a supporting column of infantry, leaning on their muskets.

There was no doubting what was meant.

Angered by loss, Chambers had dragged these commands out of the battle to wipe us clean.