The marshal was saying, last night, he should regard it as the most fortunate escape he ever had, if we drew off safely tonight without being attacked.
"That firing is heavier than usual.

There go a couple of guns!" "Those two advanced pieces are sending a round or two of case shot into the bushes, I suppose," Lindsay said drowsily.
Fergus completed his dressing, and went downstairs and out into the night.

Here he could hear much better than in the room above; which had but one loophole for air and light, and that was almost stopped up, with a wisp of straw.

He could now plainly hear volley firing, and a continued crackle of musketry.

He ran upstairs again.
"You had better get your things on at once, Lindsay.