"Yes? What about them?" asked Sir Edward. "You're going to use blasting-powder?" "Well, what of that?" "I was thinking about them inside. We wouldn't like to hurt them." "Of course not; but as I know the place, there is little fear. I went in some distance, some twenty years ago, and the passages run to and fro and keep opening up into chambers. Now, one of these, some distance in, is sure to be turned into a prison for the captives, where they would be beyond the reach of the powder, and I feel certain that they would be too far away to be hurt." "Won't bring the roof down upon 'em, will it?" asked the man. "I don't think there is any fear; but it is only where we fail to drive the wretches back that I shall have a charge fired. 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. I've got my wind now. 'Member the master and the young missus, lads." There was a growl from his companions, and as Mark glanced at them he felt that it would go hard with any one among the enemy who came within reach of their pikes. The enemy had, however, now descended from the top of their wall, and only their heads and breasts were visible, as, ten strong now, they stood in a row, with their pikes resting upon the top; ready to thrust at the first who came within reach. "Now, my lads," cried Sir Edward; "have you all got your wind?" "Ay!" ran along the crescent line. "You with the powder, and the two centre men stand fast till you are wanted."