It is a fact that tears of pride filled his eyes.
"There are six of them.

Excuse me, dad, if I ask you to look out for your head.

I am going to try a _moulinet_." The six soldiers came on in a very determined manner, each man presenting his bayonet at Tristram's chest.

They had little doubt of his instant submission, and were considerably surprised when Tristram, lifting the musket by its barrel, began to whirl it round his head with the fury of a maniac.

The foremost, as the butt whizzed by his cheek, drew back a pace.
"Run the rebels through!" cursed the officer behind them.
The leader shortened his grasp on his bayonet, and, watching his opportunity, dashed under Tristram's arm.