Lawrence got his guns in position and fired away, across the river, at the earthen wall of the town.

In three days he had a breach.

The enemy didn't return our fire, but occupied themselves in throwing up an entrenchment across the side of the fort.
"We made a raft and crossed the river, but the enemy's matchlock men peppered us so severely that we lost thirty English and fifty Sepoys in getting over.

The enemy's entrenchment was not finished, but in front of it was a deep rivulet, which had to be crossed.
"Lawrence gave the command of the storming party to Clive.

He is one of our fellows; a queer, restless sort of chap, who was really no good here, for he hated his work and always seemed to think himself a martyr.