That was Brigadier McLean's tactic. Whenever <strong>the</strong> rebels attempted a maneuver <strong>the</strong>y had to be slapped so hard that <strong>the</strong>ir morale fell even lower.McLean knew he was mostly opposed by militiamen and he had drummed that fact into his <strong>of</strong>ficers. "You're pr<strong>of</strong>essionals, you're soldiers," he saidrepeatedly, "and <strong>the</strong>y're not. Make <strong>the</strong>m scared <strong>of</strong> you! Think <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m as fencibles." <strong>The</strong> fencibles were <strong>the</strong> civilian soldiers in Britain, enthusiasticamateurs who, in McLean's view, merely played at soldiering. "<strong>The</strong>y may have <strong>the</strong>ir marines," Moore warned now."<strong>The</strong>n we thrash <strong>the</strong>m too," Caffrae said confidently, "or ra<strong>the</strong>r you will.""I will?""I'll bring <strong>the</strong> company forward and you command it. Advance on <strong>the</strong> battery, but watch your right. If <strong>the</strong>y're <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>the</strong>y're going to charge you, so wheelwhen you're ready, give <strong>the</strong>m a volley and countercharge."Moore's heart gave a leap. He knew McLean must have suggested that Caffrae allow him to command <strong>the</strong> company, and he knew too that this was hischance for redemption. Do this right and he would be forgiven for his sins on <strong>the</strong> day <strong>the</strong> rebels landed."We'll do it noisily," Caffrae said, "with drums and squeals. Let 'em know we're <strong>the</strong> cocks on this dunghill."So what could go wrong? Moore supposed that it would be a disaster if <strong>the</strong> enemy did number a couple <strong>of</strong> hundred men, but what McLean would bewatching for was evidence that Moore demonstrated good sense. His job was to smack <strong>the</strong> enemy, not win <strong>the</strong> war. "Drums and squeals," he said."And bayonets," Caffrae said with a smile. "And enjoy yourself, Lieutenant. I'll fetch <strong>the</strong> hounds, and you can flush <strong>the</strong> covert."It was time to dance.<strong>The</strong> muskets were close, so close that Saltonstall involuntarily jumped in shock. He almost dropped <strong>the</strong> telescope.At <strong>the</strong> foot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hill, between him and <strong>the</strong> harbor, were redcoats. <strong>The</strong>y were running in loose order. <strong>The</strong>y had evidently fired a volley because <strong>the</strong>smoke lingered behind <strong>the</strong>m. <strong>The</strong>y had not stopped to reload, but now followed that volley with a bayonet charge, and Saltonstall understood that <strong>the</strong>semen had to be <strong>the</strong> Royal Marines he had seen vanishing up <strong>the</strong> Majabigwaduce River. He had thought <strong>the</strong>y must be foraging to <strong>the</strong> north, but instead <strong>the</strong>yhad landed on <strong>the</strong> river's bank <strong>the</strong>n worked <strong>the</strong>ir way southwards through <strong>the</strong> woods and now <strong>the</strong>y drove <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> men who had been making <strong>the</strong> battery onHaney's land. <strong>The</strong>y were cheering. Sunlight glinted <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong>ir long bayonets. Saltonstall had a glimpse <strong>of</strong> his men running southwards, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> closestBritish marines saw <strong>the</strong> commodore at <strong>the</strong> hill's top and a half dozen <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m turned towards him. A musket banged and <strong>the</strong> ball skittered through <strong>the</strong>leaves.Saltonstall ran. He went east down <strong>the</strong> hill, leaping <strong>the</strong> steeper sections, blundering through brush, pelting as fast as he could. A white-scutted deer ranahead <strong>of</strong> him, alarmed by <strong>the</strong> shouts and shots. Saltonstall stumbled through a stream, cut southwards and kept running until he found a thick patch <strong>of</strong>undergrowth. <strong>The</strong>re was a stitch in his left side, he was panting, and he crouched among <strong>the</strong> dark leaves and tried to calm himself.His pursuers were silent. Or else <strong>the</strong>y had abandoned <strong>the</strong> hunt. More muskets sounded, <strong>the</strong>ir distinctive crackling an unmistakable noise, but <strong>the</strong>yseemed far away now, a wicked descant to <strong>the</strong> deeper bass rhythm <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> big cannons beyond <strong>the</strong> harbor.Saltonstall did not dare move till <strong>the</strong> light faded. <strong>The</strong>n, alone except for <strong>the</strong> cloud <strong>of</strong> mosquitoes, he worked his cautious way westwards. He went veryslowly, ever alert to an enemy, though when he reached <strong>the</strong> harbor shore he saw that <strong>the</strong> redcoats were all gone.And so were his longboats. He could see <strong>the</strong>m. Every one had been captured and taken back to <strong>the</strong> enemy sloops. <strong>The</strong> British had not even bo<strong>the</strong>redto slight <strong>the</strong> new earthworks <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> battery Saltonstall's men had thrown up. <strong>The</strong>y knew <strong>the</strong>y could recapture it whenever <strong>the</strong>y wished and leaving <strong>the</strong> lowwall was an invitation to <strong>the</strong> rebels to return and be chased away again.Saltonstall was stranded now. <strong>The</strong> enemy-filled harbor lay between him and his fleet, and no rescue would be coming. <strong>The</strong>re was no choice but to walk.He recalled <strong>the</strong> chart in his cabin on board <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren and knew that if he followed <strong>the</strong> harbor's shore he must eventually come back to <strong>the</strong> PenobscotRiver. Five miles? Maybe six, and <strong>the</strong> light was almost gone and <strong>the</strong> mosquitoes were feasting and <strong>the</strong> commodore was unhappy.He started walking.To <strong>the</strong> north, beyond <strong>the</strong> neck, Peleg Wadsworth had found a shelf <strong>of</strong> pastureland in Westcot's farm. He had not needed to make any earthworks todefend <strong>the</strong> shelf because it was edged by a sudden steep slope that was defense enough. Fifty militiamen, goaded and commanded by Captain Carnes<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> marines, had manhandled one <strong>of</strong> Colonel Revere's eighteen-pounder cannon onto a lighter that had been rowed northwards. <strong>The</strong> gun was landed,<strong>the</strong>n dragged over a mile through <strong>the</strong> woods until it reached <strong>the</strong> farm. <strong>The</strong>re had been a few moments <strong>of</strong> worry when, shortly after Wadsworth and Carneshad discovered <strong>the</strong> site, four longboats filled with British marines had rowed up <strong>the</strong> Majabigwaduce River and Wadsworth had feared <strong>the</strong>y would landclose by, but instead <strong>the</strong>y had gone to <strong>the</strong> far<strong>the</strong>r bank <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> river where <strong>the</strong>y <strong>of</strong>fered no threat to <strong>the</strong> big cannon which, at last, was dragged onto <strong>the</strong>pastureland. <strong>The</strong> militiamen had carried thirty rounds for <strong>the</strong> gun which Carnes laid in <strong>the</strong> fading light. "<strong>The</strong> barrel's cold," he told <strong>the</strong> gun's crew, "so she'llshoot a little low."<strong>The</strong> range looked much too long to Peleg Wadsworth's untutored eye. In front <strong>of</strong> him was a strip <strong>of</strong> shallow water and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> low marshy tail <strong>of</strong>Majabigwaduce's peninsula. <strong>The</strong> cannon was pointed across that tail at <strong>the</strong> British ships just visible in <strong>the</strong> harbor beyond. Carnes was aiming at <strong>the</strong>central sloop, HMS Albany, though Wadsworth doubted he could be sure <strong>of</strong> hitting any <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ships at such a distance.Peleg Wadsworth walked a long way to <strong>the</strong> east until he was far enough from <strong>the</strong> big cannon to be sure that its smoke would not blot his view. He hadborrowed Captain Carnes's good telescope again and now he sat on <strong>the</strong> damp ground and propped his elbows on his knees to hold <strong>the</strong> long tubessteady. He saw a large group <strong>of</strong> empty longboats te<strong>the</strong>red to <strong>the</strong> Albany and a sailor leaning on <strong>the</strong> rail above. <strong>The</strong> sloop quivered every time she firedone <strong>of</strong> her cannon at <strong>the</strong> battery on Cross Island which still kept up its harassing fire. <strong>The</strong> splintering sound <strong>of</strong> musket-fire sounded far away, butWadsworth resisted <strong>the</strong> temptation to swing <strong>the</strong> glass. If that was Lovell's ambush it would be hidden from him by <strong>the</strong> loom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ridge. He kept watching<strong>the</strong> enemy sloop.Carnes took a long time aiming <strong>the</strong> cannon, but at last he was satisfied. He had brought wooden pegs with him and he pushed three into <strong>the</strong> turf, onebeside each wheel, and <strong>the</strong> third next to <strong>the</strong> gun's trail. "If it's aimed right," he told <strong>the</strong> crew, "those pegs will guide us back. If it's wrong, we know where tostart our corrections." He warned <strong>the</strong> crew to step back and cover <strong>the</strong>ir ears. He blew on <strong>the</strong> tip <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> linstock to brighten <strong>the</strong> glowing fuse, <strong>the</strong>n leanedover to touch fire to <strong>the</strong> powder-filled reed thrust down <strong>the</strong> touchhole.<strong>The</strong> gun leaped back. Its thunder cracked <strong>the</strong> sky. Smoke jetted out beyond <strong>the</strong> shelf to spread across <strong>the</strong> nearer water. A flame curled and vanishedinside <strong>the</strong> smoke. <strong>The</strong> noise was so sudden and loud that Wadsworth jumped and momentarily lost his focus, <strong>the</strong>n he steadied <strong>the</strong> glass and found <strong>the</strong>Albany and saw a sailor smoking a pipe at <strong>the</strong> rail, and <strong>the</strong>n, to his astonishment and joy, he saw <strong>the</strong> sailor leap back as a bright gouge <strong>of</strong> newlyshattered timber showed in <strong>the</strong> sloop's hull just above <strong>the</strong> waterline. "A direct hit!" he shouted. "Captain! Well done! A direct hit!""Reload and run back!" Carnes shouted.He was a marine. He did not miss.Solomon Lovell thought his careful ambush must have failed. He waited and waited, and morning passed into afternoon, and <strong>the</strong> afternoon melded into<strong>the</strong> early evening, and still <strong>the</strong> British <strong>of</strong>fered no challenge to <strong>the</strong> men who had occupied <strong>the</strong> deserted battery close to <strong>the</strong> harbor shore. A small crowd hadga<strong>the</strong>red on <strong>the</strong> eastward side <strong>of</strong> Dyce's Head, many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m skippers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> anchored ships who had heard that <strong>the</strong> British were about to be given athorough trouncing and so had rowed ashore to enjoy <strong>the</strong> spectacle. Commodore Saltonstall was not present, he had evidently gone to make a newbattery on <strong>the</strong> harbor's far<strong>the</strong>r shore and Peleg Wadsworth was similarly employed north and east <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> neck. "New batteries!" Lovell exulted to MajorTodd, "and a victory today! We shall be in a fine position tomorrow."Todd glanced south to where new ships might appear, but nothing showed in <strong>the</strong> river's seaward reach. "General Wadsworth sent for an eighteenpounder,"he told Lovell. "It should have reached him by now.""Already?" Lovell asked, delighted. He felt that <strong>the</strong> whole expedition had turned a corner and hope was renewed. "Now we only need McLean to snapat our bait," Lovell said anxiously. He gazed down at <strong>the</strong> battery where <strong>the</strong> militiamen who were supposed to be pretending to raise a defensive rampartwere instead sitting in <strong>the</strong> fading sunlight."He won't take <strong>the</strong> bait if we're all watching," a harsh voice said.Lovell turned to see Colonel Revere had come to <strong>the</strong> bluff. "Colonel," he said in wary greeting."You've got a crowd gawping up here like Boston nobs watching <strong>the</strong> town on Pope Night," Revere said. He pointedly ignored Todd!"Let us hope <strong>the</strong> destruction equals Pope Night," Lovell responded genially. Every November 5th <strong>the</strong> townsfolk <strong>of</strong> Boston made giant effigies <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>Pope which were paraded through <strong>the</strong> streets. <strong>The</strong> supporters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rival effigies fought each o<strong>the</strong>r, a superb brawl that left bones broken and skullsbloodied, and at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>the</strong> effigies were burned into <strong>the</strong> night as <strong>the</strong> erstwhile foes drank <strong>the</strong>mselves insensible."McLean's not a fool," Revere said. "He'll know something's amiss with this crowd up here!"Lovell feared his artillery commander was right, indeed <strong>the</strong> thought had already occurred to him that <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong> so many spectators might signalsomething extraordinary to <strong>the</strong> British, but he wanted <strong>the</strong>se men to witness <strong>the</strong> success <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ambush. He needed word to spread through <strong>the</strong> army and<strong>the</strong> fleet that McLean's redcoats could be thrashed. <strong>The</strong> men seemed to have forgotten <strong>the</strong>ir great victory in taking <strong>the</strong> bluff, <strong>the</strong> whole expedition had
ecome mired in pessimism and it needed to be whipped into enthusiasm again."So McLean's no fool, is he?" Todd asked caustically.Because at <strong>the</strong> foot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hill, between a barn and a cornfield, <strong>the</strong> redcoats had appeared.And Solomon Lovell had his ambush."<strong>The</strong>y're all yours, Mister Moore!" Captain Caffrae called.Fifty men, two drummer boys, and three fifers were now Moore's responsibility. <strong>The</strong> company had formed just north <strong>of</strong> Jacob Dyce's house. <strong>The</strong>y werein three ranks with <strong>the</strong> musicians behind. Caffrae, before leading his men from concealment, had ordered <strong>the</strong>m to load <strong>the</strong>ir muskets and fix <strong>the</strong>irbayonets. "Let's hear <strong>the</strong> 'British Grenadier'!" Moore called. "Smartly now!"<strong>The</strong> drums gave a roll, <strong>the</strong> fifers found <strong>the</strong> rhythm and began <strong>the</strong> sprightly tune. "No man is to fire until I give <strong>the</strong> command!" Moore said to <strong>the</strong> company.He walked along <strong>the</strong> short front rank, <strong>the</strong>n turned to see that <strong>the</strong> rebels in <strong>the</strong> Half Moon Battery had scrambled to <strong>the</strong>ir feet. <strong>The</strong>y were watching him. Hedrew his sword and his heart gave a lurch as he heard <strong>the</strong> long blade scrape in <strong>the</strong> scabbard's throat. He was nervous and he was excited and he wasfrightened and he was elated. Captain Caffrae had positioned himself beside <strong>the</strong> musicians, ready no doubt to take over command <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> company ifMoore did <strong>the</strong> wrong thing. Or if he died, Moore thought, and felt a lump in his throat. He suddenly needed to piss very badly. Oh God, he thought, let menot wet my breeches. He walked towards <strong>the</strong> company's right- hand side. "We're going to drive those scoundrels away," he said, trying to sound casual.He took post at <strong>the</strong> right and sloped his sword blade over his shoulder. "Company will advance! By <strong>the</strong> right! March!"<strong>The</strong> fifes played, <strong>the</strong> drums rattled and <strong>the</strong> redcoats went at a steady pace to trample down Jacob Dyce's newly weeded bean patch. <strong>The</strong> front rankheld <strong>the</strong>ir muskets low, <strong>the</strong>ir bayonets making a line <strong>of</strong> glinting oiled steel. Guns boomed on <strong>the</strong> ridge above and o<strong>the</strong>r cannons crashed <strong>the</strong>ir soundacross <strong>the</strong> harbor, but those conflicts seemed far away. Moore deliberately did not look to his right because he did not want to give <strong>the</strong> hidden rebels anyhint that he knew <strong>the</strong>y were present. He walked towards <strong>the</strong> Half Moon Battery and <strong>the</strong> handful <strong>of</strong> rebels <strong>the</strong>re watched him come. One leveled a musketand fired, <strong>the</strong> ball flying high. "You'll hold your fire!" Moore called to his men. "Just drive <strong>the</strong>m away with steel!"<strong>The</strong> few rebels backed away. <strong>The</strong>y were outnumbered by <strong>the</strong> advancing company and <strong>the</strong>ir orders were to draw <strong>the</strong> redcoats on till <strong>the</strong>y could betrapped by McCobb's two hundred men hidden in <strong>the</strong> corn and so <strong>the</strong>y retreated across <strong>the</strong> semicircular rampart and up <strong>the</strong> slope beyond."Steady!" Moore called. He could not resist a quick glance to his right, but nothing moved on that higher ground. Had <strong>the</strong> rebels abandoned <strong>the</strong> idea <strong>of</strong>an ambush? Maybe <strong>the</strong> Dutchman had been wrong and <strong>the</strong>re were no rebels hidden in <strong>the</strong> corn. A gun bellowed at <strong>the</strong> ridgetop to make a sudden cloud<strong>of</strong> smoke above which white gulls flew like paper scraps in a gale. Moore's mind was skittering like <strong>the</strong> gulls. What if <strong>the</strong>re were two hundred rebels?Three hundred? What if <strong>the</strong> green-coated marines were <strong>the</strong>re?<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong>re was a shout from <strong>the</strong> right, <strong>the</strong> corn was being trampled, <strong>the</strong>re were more shouts and Lieutenant Moore felt a strange calm. "Company willhalt!" he heard himself call. "halt!" He turned his back on <strong>the</strong> enemy to look at his redcoats. <strong>The</strong>y had kept <strong>the</strong>ir dressing and <strong>the</strong>ir ranks were orderly andtight. "By <strong>the</strong> right!" he commanded loudly. "Right wheel! Half!" He stood motionless while <strong>the</strong> three short ranks swung about like a gate until <strong>the</strong>y facednorthwards. Moore turned to look up <strong>the</strong> slope where, from out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> high corn, a horde <strong>of</strong> enemies was appearing. Dear God, Moore thought, but <strong>the</strong>rewere far more than he had expected. "I want to hear <strong>the</strong> drum and fifes!" he shouted. "Company will advance! By <strong>the</strong> right! March!"And now go straight for <strong>the</strong>m, he thought. No hesitation. If he hesitated <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> enemy must smell his fear and that would give <strong>the</strong>m courage. So justmarch with leveled bayonets and <strong>the</strong> "British Grenadier" filling <strong>the</strong> air with its defiance, and <strong>the</strong> enemy was in no order, just a mass <strong>of</strong> men appearing from<strong>the</strong> corn and too far away for a volley to have any effect and so Moore just marched up <strong>the</strong> slope towards <strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong> thought flickered through his mindthat <strong>the</strong> enemy was far too numerous and his duty now was to retreat. Was that what McLean would want? Caffrae was <strong>of</strong>fering no advice, and Mooresensed that he did not need to retreat. <strong>The</strong> enemy had begun to fire <strong>the</strong>ir muskets, but <strong>the</strong> range was still too long. A ball flicked through <strong>the</strong> grass besideMoore, ano<strong>the</strong>r whipped overhead. One rebel shot his ramrod by mistake, <strong>the</strong> long rod circling in <strong>the</strong> air to fall on <strong>the</strong> grass. <strong>The</strong> enemy was obscured bypatches <strong>of</strong> powder smoke that drifted back into <strong>the</strong> trampled maize, but Moore could see <strong>the</strong>ir disorganization. <strong>The</strong> rebels glanced left and right, lookingto see what <strong>the</strong>ir friends did before <strong>the</strong>y obeyed <strong>the</strong>ir <strong>of</strong>ficers' shrill cries. One man had white hair falling almost to his waist, ano<strong>the</strong>r was white-bearded,and some looked like schoolboys given muskets. <strong>The</strong>y were plainly nervous.And suddenly Moore understood that <strong>the</strong> discipline <strong>of</strong> his men was a weapon in itself. <strong>The</strong> rebels, tired and hungry after a long day in <strong>the</strong> cornfield, werefrightened. <strong>The</strong>y did not see fifty equally nervous young men, <strong>the</strong>y saw a red-coated killing machine. <strong>The</strong>y saw confidence. And though <strong>the</strong>y had burst out<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corn <strong>the</strong>y had not charged down <strong>the</strong> hill, but were now being chivvied into ranks by <strong>of</strong>ficers and sergeants. <strong>The</strong>y had made a mistake, Moorethought. <strong>The</strong>y should have charged. Instead he was attacking and <strong>the</strong>y were on <strong>the</strong> defensive, and it was time to frighten <strong>the</strong>m even more. But not tooclose, Moore thought. He decided he would not wait till <strong>the</strong> enemy was inside easy musket range. Get too close and <strong>the</strong> enemy might realize just howeasily his fifty men could be overwhelmed and so, when he gauged he was about eighty paces from <strong>the</strong> rebels, he called a halt."Front rank, kneel!" Moore shouted.A man in <strong>the</strong> rear rank fell backwards, his face a sudden blossom <strong>of</strong> red where a musket-ball had struck his cheek. "Close ranks!" Caffrae called."Company!" Moore drew out <strong>the</strong> last syllable. He was watching <strong>the</strong> enemy. "Take aim!" <strong>The</strong> muskets were leveled. <strong>The</strong> muzzles wavered slightlybecause <strong>the</strong> men were not accustomed to aiming while <strong>the</strong> heavy bayonets hung from <strong>the</strong> barrels. "Fire!" Moore shouted.<strong>The</strong> muskets flamed and smoked. Wadding, shot from <strong>the</strong> barrels, started small fires in <strong>the</strong> grass. <strong>The</strong> volley crashed into rebels and corn. "Companywill advance at <strong>the</strong> double!"Moore would not waste time reloading. "March!" <strong>The</strong>re were bodies at <strong>the</strong> corn's edge. Blood in <strong>the</strong> evening. A man was crawling back into <strong>the</strong> highstalks to leave a trickle <strong>of</strong> blood on <strong>the</strong> grass. Smoke was thick as fog."Bayonets!" Moore shouted. It was not an order, for his men already had fixed bayonets, but ra<strong>the</strong>r a word to frighten an already frightened enemy."Scotland forever!" he shouted, and his men cheered and hurried through <strong>the</strong> remnants <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir own powder smoke. <strong>The</strong>y were driven by drums, defiance,and pride, and <strong>the</strong> rebels were running. <strong>The</strong> enemy militia were running back towards <strong>the</strong> bluff. All <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, like men running a race. Some even threwaway <strong>the</strong>ir muskets so that <strong>the</strong>y could run faster. No green uniforms, Moore noted. His Scotsmen were whooping, losing cohesion, and Moore wanted<strong>the</strong>m to keep <strong>the</strong>ir discipline. "Company will halt," he shouted, "halt!" His sharp voice checked <strong>the</strong> redcoats. "Sergeant Mackenzie! Dress <strong>the</strong> ranks if youplease. Let's at least try to look like His Majesty's soldiers, and not like His Majesty's royal ragamuffins!" Moore sounded stern, but he was grinning. Hecould not help it. His men were grinning too. <strong>The</strong>y knew <strong>the</strong>y had done well and <strong>the</strong> more experienced among <strong>the</strong>m knew <strong>the</strong>y had been well led. Moorewaited for <strong>the</strong> ranks to be properly formed. "Company will wheel to <strong>the</strong> left!" he called. "By <strong>the</strong> left, left wheel, half!"<strong>The</strong> Scotsmen were still grinning as <strong>the</strong>y marched about to face <strong>the</strong> spectators who watched from Dyce's Head. Distant cheers sounded from <strong>Fort</strong>George. <strong>The</strong> slope ahead <strong>of</strong> Moore was full <strong>of</strong> rebels who ran, limped, or walked away. <strong>The</strong> rebel dead or wounded, four men, lay sprawled on <strong>the</strong> grass.Moore put <strong>the</strong> point <strong>of</strong> his sword into <strong>the</strong> scabbard and thrust <strong>the</strong> blade home. He gazed up <strong>the</strong> slope. You bastards want our fort, he thought, <strong>the</strong>n you justbloody well come and take it."Congratulations, Moore," Caffrae said, but for once <strong>the</strong> courteous Moore did not <strong>of</strong>fer a polite reply. He was in urgent need <strong>of</strong> something else and sohe went to <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Dutchman's corn, unbuttoned <strong>the</strong> flap <strong>of</strong> his breeches and pissed long and hard. <strong>The</strong> company laughed, and Moore felt happierthan he had ever felt. He was a soldier.
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