"He sent his knife through my jacket, sir," I said, "but it's only a scratch on the skin;" and fortunately that's what it proved to be, for we had no room for wounded men, since we should have them soon enough. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ STORY ONE, CHAPTER ELEVEN. An hour of council, and then another--our two leaders not seeming to agree as to the extent of the coming danger. Challenge from the west roof: "Orderly in sight." Sure enough, a man on horseback riding very slowly, and as if his horse was dead beat. "Surely it isn't that poor fellow come back, because his horse has failed? He ought to have walked on," said Captain Dyer. "Same man," said Lieutenant Leigh, looking through his glass; and before very long, the poor fellow who had gone away at daybreak rode slowly up to the gate, was admitted, and then had to be helped from his horse, giving a great sobbing groan as it was done. "In here, quick!" I said, for I thought I heard the ladies' voices; and we carried him in to where Mrs Bantem was getting ready for dinner, and there we laid him on a mattress. "Despatches, captain," he says, holding up the captain's letter to Colonel Maine. "They didn't get that. They were too many for me. I dropped one, though, with my pistol, and cut my way through the others." As he spoke, I untwisted his leather sword-knot, which was cutting into his wrist, for his hacked and blood-stained sabre was hanging from his hand. "Wouldn't go back into the scabbard," he said faintly; and then with a harsh gasp: "Water--water!" He revived then a hit; and as Captain Dyer and Mrs Bantem between them were attending to, and binding up his wounds, he told us how he had been set upon some miles off, and had been obliged to fight his way back; and, poor chap, he had fought; for there were no less than ten lance-wounds in his arms, thighs, and chest, from a slight prick up to a horrible gash, deep and long enough, it seemed to me, to let out half-a-dozen poor fellows' souls. Just in the middle of it, I saw Captain Dyer start and look strange, for there was a shadow came across where we were kneeling; and the next instant he was standing between Miss Ross and the wounded man. "Pray, go, dear Elsie; this is no place for you," I heard him whisper to her. "Indeed, Lawrence," she said gently, "am I not a soldier's daughter? I ought to say this is no place for you. Go, and make your arrangements for our defence." I don't think any one but me saw the look of love she gave him as she took sponge and lint from his hand, pressing it as she did so, and then her pale face lit up with a smile as she met his eyes; the next moment she was kneeling by the wounded trooper, and in a quiet firm way helping Mrs Bantem, in a manner that made her, poor woman, stare with astonishment.