To-morrow morning they won't have a bit of fight in them; why, even your humble servant, sir, who adores a scrimmage, would rather lie on a sofa and smoke till his wounds are healed.

Now isn't it all true ?" "Yes," said the captain; "you are quite right; but we'll hold out till to-morrow.

Help may come." "To be sure it may," said the major cheerily.

"I'm ready to wait.

I've only spoken my mind." "I thank you, major," said Captain Strong.