Let me direct your notice to this weapon, which is in _carte_--you seem to have overlooked it." "You are making matters worse." "That is very likely.

Guard, sir, if you please!" "You mean to resist ?" "Ah, have you grasped that fact, at last ?" The sergeant rushed upon him and crossed swords.

His first lunge was put aside easily, and he was forced to break ground.
"Hullo! So you can really fence!" he panted, feinting and aiming a furious thrust at Tristram's throat.
"Upon my word," said Tristram, parrying, and running him through the thigh as he recovered, "this gentleman seems astonished at everything!" As the sergeant dropped, Captain Barker darted from behind Tristram and pounced upon a musket which one of the soldiers had abandoned when first assailed by the bees.
"This gets serious," he muttered.

"Those fellows yonder are fixing bayonets." Indeed, some half a dozen of the red-coats had already done so, and surrender seemed but a matter of a few moments.
"Give me the musket," said Tristram placidly, "and take the sword.
My arm is longer than yours.

Now get behind my shoulder again.
Don't expose yourself, but if one of these fellows slips under my guard, I leave him to you." "Good boy!" murmured the little man, exchanging weapons.