3/7 Tut, tut! Like a soldier should, sir. But now about this plan of yours." "Yes, major, yes." "Well, sir, there must be about eighty or ninety of these tawny rascals, and we are all more or less damaged, and, counting our young friend Mark, eleven men and three hospital nurses. Now the nurses can't fight, and Mark must still be powder-monkey, so there we are ten men, and, as I said, all damaged, to fight eighty." "Yes," said the captain, "the odds are very great; but I think we might do it." "Humph!" said the major. No, my dear Strong; it would be a failure. |