"Nothing like going through with it.

If he is to be brought to court-martial for disobedience, he'll take good care we sha'n't be there to see it." "Why, the French are fifty thousand strong!" said Baker.

"Look there, what does that mean, now?
That's a signal from the town." As he spoke a rocket of great brilliancy shot up into the sky, and bursting at length fell in millions of red lustrous sparks on every side, showing forth the tall fortress, and the encamped army around it, with all the clearness of noonday.

It was a most splendid sight; and though the next moment all was dark as before, we gazed still fixedly into the gloomy distance, straining our eyes to observe what was hid from our view forever.
"That must be a signal," repeated Baker.
"Begad! if Crawfurd sees it he'll interpret it as a reason for fighting.

I trust he's asleep by this time," said Hampden.