But by this time Reuben had arrived, and the sharp cracks of his pistols rang out.
"They have got the police here!" one of the men exclaimed, as he caught a sight of Reuben's uniform.
"Draw off, lads, I expect it's that accursed captain," another voice exclaimed.

"He's always riding about, with nobody but that black fellow with him.

He has got to go down, that fellow has, or he will give us no end of trouble; but draw off from that window, for a moment." "What will they do next, I wonder ?" Dick Caister said as, leaving the two hands to guard the window, he returned into the other room with Reuben.
"I rather expect they are going to try to burn us out.

We must keep them from that, if we can.
"Mr.Shillito, will you go up to the upper room, and keep an eye on the stables?
Shoot down anyone who may pass your line of sight.
"Haven't you got any loopholes, Caister ?" "Yes, of course I have," Dick replied.

"I had forgotten all about them.