I must save my men from injury as much as I can." "That's what Sir Morton used to say, young gentleman," said Nick, as Sir Edward drew back; and for the next half-hour the attacking party, a good twenty strong, advanced steadily, the steepness of the climb soon enforcing slower progress.
For some little time now they had been aware of the fact that the enemy had been making preparations for an attack.

Taught by the last, they had worked hard, and built-up a massive wall across the entrance to their stronghold, this defensive work being formed of the rough blocks lying about the little slope, and for the most part they were dragged down, and hoisted into their place.
Upon this, half-a-dozen armed men were standing, watching their approach, and the attacking party made out their swords and pikes, the latter leaning against a rock, with their bright steel heads sloping towards the climbers.
When these latter were within about a hundred yards, Sir Edward halted his party, and ranged them in a curved line, the men at a short distance from each other, so that as they all made for the mouth of the cave they would gradually draw together, and be close when they delivered the attack.
"Pikes only," said Sir Edward.

"Keep your swords for the close hand-to-hand work." "Has your father been a soldier, youngster ?" whispered Nick Garth hoarsely.
"No; why ?" "Talks like one.

He couldn't do better.

He'll give the word soon, and the sooner the better.