Good job we didn't try to ford the river in the darkness.
Why, we should have been swept away." West glanced for a moment in the direction of the stream, and grasped the truth of his companion's words, before scanning their position and taking it in at once.
"We can't get over yonder," he said quickly.
"No," replied Ingleborough.

"That cuts two ways.

Neither can they attack us from that quarter; so our rear is safe." "We shall not be able to escape north," continued West.
"No; we are shut in there." "Nor yet south, for they would pick us off easily before we could get through the rough ground to gallop away." "Quite right, lad; and they are advancing on our front.

Noll, my boy, there is only one thing to be done." "What is that ?" "Turn that patch of rocks there into our fort, and hold out till they've shot us down, or we've shot them, or they've made us surrender." "What about provisions ?" "Plenty of water," said Ingleborough coolly, nodding towards the river.
"We're nearly famished now." "Yes, lad! I certainly feel as if I could peck a bit of something if I had the chance.

But come, there's no time for talking.