Tonight was premature.

The beggars have plenty of powder, and little else.
So far." Rudolph listened in wonder.

Here, in the thick of the fight, was a light-hearted, busy commander, drawing conclusions and extracting news from chaos.
"Look out for arrows," continued the speaker, as he crawled to a loophole between Rudolph's and the captain's.

"They're shooting arrows up over.

Killed one convert and wounded two, there by the water gate.
They can't get the elevation for you chaps here, though." And again he added, cheerfully, "So far, at least." The little band behind the loopholes lay watching through the smoke, listening through the noise.