Look out, now, and don't strike to windward." They went, like hunters, softly down the bank, keeping under shelter, and winding round so as to get near before they should be seen.
They succeeded.

Daisy was intent upon her sand-work again, and June's back was towards them.

The song went on more softly; then in a chorus Daisy's voice rang out again, and the words were plain.
"Die in the field of battle, Die in the field of battle, Die in the field of battle, Glory in your view." "Spirited!" whispered Gary.
"I almost think it is a Swedish war song," said the Captain.

"I am not sure." "Miss Daisy!"-- said June--"the gentlemen--" Daisy started up.

The intruders came near.