"
Mrs. Seagrave then bent over him, and kissing his forehead, rose and
retired weeping into the house.
"William," said Ready, "I can't talk now; raise my head a little, and
then leave me. You have not looked round lately. Come again in about
half an hour. Leave me now, Mr. Seagrave; I shall be better if I doze a
little."
They complied with Ready's request; went up to the planks, and examined
carefully all round the stockade; at last they stopped.
"This is a sad business, William," said Mr. Seagrave.
William shook his head. "He would not let me go," replied he; "I wish
he had. I fear that he is much hurt."
"I should say that he cannot recover, William. We shall miss him
to-morrow if they attack us."
"I hardly know what to say, papa; but I feel that since we have been
relieved, I am able to do twice as much as I could have done before."
"I feel the same, but still with such a force against us, two people
cannot do much."
"If my mother and Juno load the muskets for us," replied William, "we
shall at all events do as much now as we should have been able to do if
there were three, so exhausted as we should have been."
"Perhaps so; at all events we will do our best, for we fight for our
lives and for those most dear to us.
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