Outside lay a trampled farm-yard.

A few soldiers, apparently invalided, lounged about, but there was no such throng such as he had passed through when they brought him here.

He supposed that the attack upon the force at Shap might be in progress.

If the Duke of Cumberland's whole power was at hand the main column might be set upon.

All around him the hills, the farm inclosure, and these petty walls cut off the outer world.