But through the
other windows men were coming in, and Graeme rushed for the barricade,
followed by two of the enemy, the foremost of whom I received at the top
and hurled back upon the others.
'Now, be quick!' said Graeme; 'I'll hold this. Don't break any bottles
on the floor--throw them out there,' pointing to a little window high up
in the wall.
I made all haste. The casks did not take much time, and soon the whisky
and beer were flowing over the floor. It made me think of Geordie's
regret over the 'sinfu' waste.' The bottles took longer, and glancing up
now and then I saw that Graeme was being hard pressed. Men would leap,
two and three at a time, upon the barricade, and Graeme's arms would
shoot out, and over they would topple upon the heads of those nearest.
It was a great sight to see him standing alone with a smile on his face
and the light of battle in his eye, coolly meeting his assailants with
those terrific, lightning-like blows. In fifteen minutes my work was
done.
'What next?' I asked. 'How do we get out?'
'How is the door?' he replied.
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