"
"Then I only answer, as in the presence of God, for myself," said he
piously.
"Leaving God to look after Mr. Secretary," said Charles, banging his
empty glass on the table. "I'll answer for the rest. So get on with your
plan, Colonel."
"His Royal Highness has selected the easier task," whispered Margaret in
my ear.
"Well, sir," began the Colonel, "I should say to my men: 'When the
Highlanders charge, take no notice of the man who is coming straight at
you. Keep your eye on his left-hand man, who is coming at your right-hand
man. Don't fire at him till you can see the whites of his eyes, and if you
don't bring him down with the bullet, have at him and thrust your bayonet
into his right ribs. There's no buckler there, and his right arm will be
up to strike. The man coming at you will be attended to in the same way by
your left-hand man.' After a week's practice in that little trick, sir, I
should face any charge your Highlanders liked to make, and would bet a
thousand guineas to this pinch of rappee--poor stuff as it is--on stopping
'em dead in their tracks."
"By gad! and so you would, sir!" said my Lord Ogilvie explosively.
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