We watched the proceedings from the interior, which was
too much in shadow for our dangerous visitors to see that they were
only women and children there and one man, a visitor, who had
withdrawn to the further end of the room and sat leaning back in an
easy chair, trembling and white as a corpse, with a naked sword in his
hand. He explained to us afterwards, when the danger was all over,
that fortunately he was an excellent swordsman, and that having found
the weapon in the room, he had resolved to give a good account of the
ten ruffians if they had made a rush to get in.
My father replied to these men as he had done to the others, assuring
them that he had no horses to give them. Meanwhile we who were indoors
all noticed that one of the ten men was an officer, a beardless young
man of about twenty-one or two, with a singularly engaging face. He
took no part in the proceedings, but sat silent on his horse, watching
the others with a peculiar expression, half contemptuous and half
anxious, on his countenance. And he alone was unarmed, a circumstance
which struck us as very strange. The others were all old veterans,
middle-aged and oldish men with grizzled beards, all in scarlet jacket
and scarlet _chiripa_ and a scarlet cap of the quaint form then worn,
shaped like a boat turned upside down, with a horn-like peak in front,
and beneath the peak a brass plate on which was the number of the
regiment.
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