"He went with Sir George."
"And our Jack," was the cry of another; while Steadfast thought of
Jephthah, but knew he must be on the opposite side. From the top of
the field, they could see a wide sweep of country dipping down less
than two miles from them where there was a bridge over a small river,
a mill, and one or two houses near. On the nearer side of the river
could be seen the flash of steel caps, and a close, dark body of men,
on the further side was another force, mostly of horsemen, with what
seemed like waggons and baggage horses in the rear. They had what by
its colours seemed to be the English banner, the others had several
undistinguishable standards. Puffs of smoke broke from the windows
of the mill.
"Aye!" said Goodman Blane. "I would not be in Miller Luck's shoes
just now. I wonder where he is, poor rogue. Which side have got his
mill, think you, Master Brown?"
"The round-headed rascals for certain," said Master Brown, "and the
bridge too, trying to hinder the King's men from crossing bag and
baggage to relieve the town.
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