'Holloa! My captain there!' 'What's the matter here ?' cried Simon Tappertit, bustling up in a great heat.

'Do you call this order ?' 'Nothing like it, captain,' answered Hugh, still holding her back with his outstretched hand.

'It's against all orders.

Ladies are carrying off our gallant soldiers from their duty.

The word of command, captain! They're filing off the ground.