They poured a steady, deadly fire into the bushes which concealed the foe; whilst their comrades, running from tree to tree, fell back upon them, and forming on the hilltop, repulsed again and again, with stubborn gallantry, the assault of a foe which they knew must outnumber them by four or five to one.
But the face of Rogers was still set and stern.
"They will try to outflank us next, and get round to the rear," he said between his teeth to Stark.

"Stark, you must pick some of our best men, and stop that movement if it occurs.

If they get us between two fires, we are all dead men!" "Fritz, you will be my lieutenant," said Stark, as he looked about him and chose his company.

Fritz was at his side in a moment.

"We are in as evil a chance as ever men were yet," he added, "but I think we shall live to tell the tale by the warm fireside at home.
I have been in tight fixes before this, and have won through somehow.