The Battle Of The Strong [A Romance of Two Kingdoms], Volume 1.

French adventurer, held the Lieutenant-Governor of the isle captive in the Cohue Royale; and by threats of fire and pillage thought to force capit

han the neck. The Governor would have done more wisely, he thought, to believe the poor beganne, and to have risen earlier. Dormy Jamais had a poor opinion of a governor who slept. He himself was not a governor, yet was he not always awake? He had gone before dawn to the Governor's house, had knocked, had given Ranulph Delag

reats, and signed the capitulation of the island. But that capitulation being signed, and notice of it sent to the British troo

francais," said Captai

the letter into

voy. "Let them begin to hang and burn and be damned, for I'll not surrender the castle or

umbers," said the Fre

e shall have the more to

to Major Peirson at the head of his troops on

dden surprise, for I was made prisoner b

death and glory between a sunrise and a noontide, "give me leave to

ht infantry, leaving the Mont es Pendus, stole round the town and placed themselves behind the invaders on the Town Hill; the rest marched direct upon the enemy. Part went by the Grande Rue, and part by the Rue d'Driere, converging to the point of attack; and as the light infantry came down from the hill by th

er fell wounded, but continued beating his drum to the last; there a Glasgow soldier struggled with a French officer for the flag of the invaders; yonder a handful of Malouins doggedly held the foot of La Pyramide, until every one was cut down

nt his men

nce; which they instantly did with fury and courage. It was Midshipman Philip d'Avranche. Twenty muskets were discharged at him. One bullet cut the coat on his shoulder, another grazed the back of his hand, a third scarred the pommel of the

e, over a watchmaker's shop, a little girl was to be seen, looking down with eager interest. Presently an old man came in view and led her away. A few minutes of fierce struggle passed, and then at another window on the floor below th

ped her hands

" she cried, and

hatless, coatless, push

artened French general,

ulgar cruelty and cowa

ping thereby to protect

ish

ed the musket on the gun, and, regardless of the shots fired at him, took aim steadily. A French bullet struck the wooden wheel of the carriage, and a splinter gashed his cheek. He did not

doorways and threw themselves within, many scurried into the Rue

d the little girl who had been seen at the window ran into

cimitar was struck aside by a youth covered with the smoke and grime of battle. He caught up the child to his arms, and hurried with her through the melee to the watchmaker's doorway. There stood a terror-stricken woman

Cohue Royale; "now I'll toll the bell for that ac

the roof, he began to slowly toll the cracked

ut: Chicane-chican

the square, a deep, mournful note. It was

n officer came up and held out a hand to him. "Your shot ended th

Delagar

s! They say your father was the first ma

h did not stir or reply, and the officer, thinki

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