Harry saw him suddenly straighten up, draw himself away from those who were supporting him, and say: "You must hold your ground, General Pender! You must hold out to the very last, sir!" Once more the eyes shot forth blue fire.

Once more the unquenchable spirit had spoken.

The figure reeled, and the young officers sprang to his support.

He wanted to lie down there and rest, but the youths would not let him, because every form of missile hurled from a cannon's mouth was crashing among them.

A litter arrived now and they carried him toward a house that had been used as a tavern.