"Stand to your arms!" cried Mr Talboys. "We mustn't let these fellows get too confident. Shade all the lights, but don't fire until I give the word." It was pretty evident, from the bold way the blacks came on, that they supposed we were badly supplied with firearms, one shot only having been discharged. Mr Talboys waited till they got within thirty paces, when, just as two or three of them had hurriedly discharged their pieces, he gave us the order to fire, and we sent a shower of bullets among the sable mass. Without stopping to see what effect it had produced we all reloaded as rapidly as possible. A few bullets rattled against the house, but before we again fired the greater number of our assailants were scrambling off, in spite of the efforts of their leader to induce them to make a stand. As far as I could judge, looking through my loophole, none were killed, though several must have been wounded. CHAPTER ELEVEN. A NARROW ESCAPE. The overseer proposed dashing out, with a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. "The rascals won't stop running if they see us coming after them," he said. Mr Talboys, however, wisely ordered all of us to remain inside the walls. "There are brave fellows among them, notwithstanding the cowardice of some, and they are very likely to turn round and cut us to pieces," he observed. This would certainly have been the case, for we heard the blacks shouting and shrieking at no great distance off, though beyond the range of our muskets. They had evidently halted. "We must be ready for another attack, my friends," cried Mr Talboys. "Keep at your posts." Miss Lucy came up to where Tom and I were standing. "We're so much obliged to you," she said. "If those dreadful blacks had got in, we knew that we should all be killed. You have defended us bravely, and we're so glad that no one has been hurt." "When we think that we have you to defend, we'll fight as long as we have a charge of powder and a ball remaining, and after that, too, for we should make good use of our swords, depend on it," answered Tom gallantly. After this the blacks were quiet for some time, but we could not judge whether they intended again to come on. Mr Talboys assured us that they were still in the neighbourhood, and that we must be prepared at any moment for an attack. The time went slowly by. I heard Caesar and Cato talking; and as the danger appeared to lessen, the courage of the former increased. "Dem niggers, how dey did run when we fired at dem! great cowards! Just dey cum on again, and see how we pepper der legs," said Caesar. "Better dey not cum," observed Cato, like a true philosopher, probably doubting his companion's resolution. As there was no necessity to keep at our posts, I went up and asked Mr Talboys if he would allow me to take his place, while he joined the ladies.