"Means well, but rather obstinate." "That's the way with most of these untrained men.

We mustn't risk being shot up by those whom we've come to help.

Lasley, give them a call from the bugle.

Make it low and soft though.

We don't want those behind us to hear it." Lasley, a boy no older than Harry, rode forward a dozen yards in front of the troop, put his bugle to his lips and blew a soft, warning call.
Harry had been stirred by the first sound of a hostile trumpet hours before, and now this, the note of a friend, thrilled him again.