"Did ye hear that, lads?
It's Dutchmen and Tories we're against to-night.

Be Gorry! I wouldn't have missed the chance of this shindy fer the best farm in Camden." There was a low growl from the cluster of men, and an ominous movement of bodies pressing closer.

Duval laughed mirthlessly.
"The bloodhound takes the scent," he said grimly.

"God help those poor devils when we cut the leash, Farrell.

Where do you propose meeting them ?" "Across there in the bluffs," pointing, "where the road turns in between the high clay banks.