me once, and we'll make it even numbers. But it ain't as easy as cutting cheese, and there's blood to let."
I followed him down the passage to the beach, where he blew a whistle sharp and shrill, and the note had a strange ring as it echoed through the cañon.
"That'll wake 'em on the ship," he explained. "I'm not afeard of these, but there's fighting to be done—now lie behind me, and don't show till you're wanted."
He advanced towards the snow-plain and sang out—
"John, you there, Dick—hands to quarters, do you hear me! Move right quick, or I'll move you, by thunder!"
They put down their arms from their shoulders in blank amazement, and listened to him as he went on—
"There's enough down for one night, I reckon, and I'm not going to be kept awake by your cursed firing—what's to be done can be done in the morning; why, you boat-load of night rats, ain't any of you got sleep in you?"
They came round him slowly and sulkily, and he drove them to the big houses with pleasant oaths and fine round phrases. I lurked near him, but an American saw me and cried—
"Say, Cap'en, hev ye took to nursin' that boy ez ye seems so fond of?"
