vain trying to get on his Diplomatic coat; and Mr. Kitten respectfully tying his pocket-handkerchief over Mrs. Pordage’s nightcap.  I noticed Mrs. Belltott run out screaming, and shrink upon the ground near me, and cover her face in her hands, and lie all of a bundle, shivering.  But, what I noticed with the greatest pleasure was, the determined eyes with which those men of the Mine that I had thought fine gentlemen, came round me with what arms they had:  to the full as cool and resolute as I could be, for my life—­ay, and for my soul, too, into the bargain!

The chief person being Mr. Macey, I told him how the three men of the guard would be at the gate directly, if they were not already there, and how Sergeant Drooce and the other seven were gone to bring in the outlying part of the people of Silver-Store.  I next urged him, for the love of all who were dear to him, to trust no Sambo, and, above all, if he could got any good chance at Christian George King, not to lose it, but to put him out of the world.

“I will follow your advice to the letter, Davis,” says he; “what next?”

My answer was, “I think, sir, I would recommend you next, to order down such heavy furniture and lumber as can be moved, and make a barricade within the gate.”

“That’s good again,” says he:  “will you see it done?”

“I’ll willingly help to do it,” says I, “unless or until my superior, Sergeant Drooce, gives me other orders.”

He shook me by the hand, and having told off some of his companions to help me, bestirred himself to look to the arms and ammunition.  A proper quick, brave, steady, ready gentleman!

One of their three little children was deaf and dumb, Miss Maryon had been from the first with all the children, soothing them, and dressing them (poor little things, they had been brought out of their beds), and making them believe that it was a game of play, so that some of them were now even laughing.  I had been working hard with the others at the barricade, and had got up a pretty good breastwork within the gate.  Drooce and the seven men had come back, bringing in the people from the Signal Hill, and had worked along with us:  but, I had not so much as spoken a word to Drooce, nor had Drooce so much as spoken a word to me, for we were both too busy.  The breastwork was now finished, and I found Miss Maryon at my side, with a child in her arms.  Her dark hair was fastened round her head with a band.  She had a quantity of it, and it looked even richer and more precious, put up hastily out of her way, than I had seen it look when it was carefully arranged.  She was very pale, but extraordinarily quiet and still.

“Dear good Davis,” said she, “I have been waiting to speak one word to you.”

I turned to her directly.  If I had received a musket-ball in the heart, and she had stood there, I almost believe I should have turned to her before I dropped.

“This pretty little creature,” said she, kissing the child in her arms, who was playing with her hair and trying to pull it down, “cannot hear what we say—­can hear nothing.  I trust you so much, and have such great confidence in you, that I want you to make me a promise.”