And I see another just as bad; and lo, there the third! Pardon me, gentlemen, I have been so used to His Majesty's Ordnance-yards.

But I fear that bold rogue would ride through all of you, and laugh at your worship's beards, by George." '"But what shall us do ?" Squire Maunder axed; "I vear there be no oil here." '"Discharge your pieces, gentlemen, and let the men do the same; or at least let us try to discharge them, and load again with fresh powder.

It is the fog of the morning hath spoiled the priming.

That rogue is not in sight yet: but God knows we must not be asleep with him, or what will His Majesty say to me, if we let him slip once more ?" '"Excellent, wondrous well said, good sir," Squire Maunder answered him; "I never should have thought of that now.

Bill Blacksmith, tell all the men to be ready to shoot up into the air, directly I give the word.