"We may make them charge out that way.
Go on, Dummy, and half-a-dozen more of you throw in your links all together." The order was obeyed, after the torches had been waved into a fierce blaze, and they flew in, scattering drops of burning pitch, bringing forth an outburst of yells of rage and pain, and a quick movement showed that the marauders were about to rush out.

But the voice of Captain Purlrose was heard thundering out the words: "Stand fast! Only a few drops of pitch, and a singe or two.

Here, two of you, throw them back." An exchange of burning missiles now took place for a few minutes, which soon ended on the part of the defenders, who, roaring with rage and pain, kept on trampling out the torches now thrown.
"Stop!" cried Mark.

"It's of no good.

The cowards will not come out.
Here, Ralph Darley." There was a few moments' whispering, resulting in orders being given to the men, two of the Edens, and two of the Darleys standing aside, ready for some action.
"Now for another charge," whispered Mark.