But I believed her.
"They are looking out this way, with hands shading their eyes against the red glare.

They are looking away from Salisbury, in the direction of the attack.

They are expecting the enemy.

They MUST be friendlies! See, see! they have caught sight of us!" As she spoke, one of the men lifted his rifle and half pointed it.
"Don't shoot! don't shoot!" I shrieked aloud.

"We are English! English!" The men let their rifles drop, and rode down towards us.