I'll go back." For some time again they stood as though listening, till Heywood spoke:-- "Holding your own, are you, by the water gate ?" "Oh, yes," replied Forrester, rousing slightly.

"All quiet there.

No more arrows.

Converts behaving splendidly.

Two or three have begged for guns." "Give 'em this." Heywood skipped up the ladder, to return with a rifle.
"And this belt--Kempner's.