If they break in at two bits, we're beat, and there'll be nothing for it but to retire to our last position.

Ye ken the room ayont the hall where they keep the coats.
That's our last trench, and at the worst we fall back there and stick it out.

It has a strong door and a wee windy, so they'll no' be able to get in on our rear.

We should be able to put up a good defence there, unless they fire the place over our heads....

Now, we'd better give out the guns." "We don't want any shootin' if we can avoid it," said Sir Archie, who found his distaste for Dougal growing, though he was under the spell of the one being there who knew precisely his own mind.
"Just what I was goin' to say.