"The bowmen are joining them now.

We shall soon see them at work." Sir John Kerr now marshalled his retainers.

He and his men-at-arms drew their swords, and the rest, putting the bundles of faggots on their shoulders, prepared to follow, while the bowmen fitted their arrows to the string.
"Fall back inside the cave," Archie said; "it is of no use risking our lives." The band now gathered in a half circle, with level spears, round the entrance.

Soon they heard a sharp tapping sound as the arrows struck upon the rock, then there was a crashing among the bushes.
"Come on!" Sir John Kerr shouted to the vassals.

"The foxes have slunk into their hole." Then came low thuds as the faggots were cast down.