And we are five, not counting Master Jack.

Very well.

So long as they don't use gunpowder, we can beat them." In a few minutes the old soldier had sketched out a plan of action.
GODFREY FAIRFAX AGAIN PAUSED.
"IT'S GETTING RATHER GOOD," SAID ROBERT.
"HOW SPLENDID IF WE COULD HAVE A CIVIL WAR NOW! "I LIKE MATTHEW HALE BEST," SAID GREGORY.
"ARE THEY REALLY GOING TO FIGHT?
ARE THE BOYS REALLY GOING TO KILL ANYONE?
IT'S SO ROTTEN IN MOST STORIES, BECAUSE THEY ONLY TALK ABOUT IT." "WAIT," SAID THE AUTHOR.
The sentinels were stationed each at one door at the back of the house, twenty or thirty yards apart.

The principal entrance they had locked, so that there remained to guard only the two doors into the courtyard.
Their instructions were to permit the boys to pass in and out, and to ride off at evening unmolested, but the attacks made upon them prompted the additional precaution to keep the aggressive four out of the house altogether.

The two men walked up and down at their posts, and occasionally exchanged a remark together, and occasionally threw a glance at the shrubbery.