Here, once more, was the British Artillery landed, while, under a heavy fire from the fort, the troops advanced within range, to take possession of an eminence whereon it was intended to erect the batteries.  Two days were passed in incessant cannonading, but, as at the Miami, without making the slightest impression on the green wood, that opened to receive each ball and closed unshaken the moment afterwards.  Finding all idea of a practicable breach hopeless, it was at length resolved that an attempt at assault should be made, and, with this view, the troops were, on the afternoon of the second day, ordered to hold themselves in immediate readiness.

In consequence of the shallowness of the river, it had been found necessary to moor the gun boats at a point considerably below, and out of sight of the fort.  Gerald Grantham had obtained permission to leave his command, and take charge of one of the batteries, which, however, he relinquished on the day of the assault, having successfully petitioned to be suffered to join the attack as a volunteer.  In the dress of a grenadier soldier, disabled during the siege, he now joined the party of animated officers, who, delighted at the prospect of being brought once more in close contact with their enemies, after so many wearying days of inaction, were seated at a rude but plentiful repast in Captain Cranstoun’s tent, and indulging in remarks which, although often uttered without aim or ill-nature, are as often but too bitter subject of after self-reproach to those who have uttered them.  Of those who had originally set out on the expedition, the only officer of the ——­ Regiment absent was Henry Grantham, who, having been slightly wounded at the Miami, had, much against his inclination, been ordered back to Amherstburgh, in charge of the sick and wounded of the detachment, and this so suddenly, that he had not had an opportunity of taking leave of his brother.

“Ha!  Gerald, my fine fellow,” exclaimed Captain Molineux, as the youth now joined their circle, “so you have clapped on the true harness at last.  I always said that your figure became a red jacket a devilish deal better than a blue.  But what new freak is this?  Had you not a close enough berth to Jonathan in the Miami, without running the risk of a broken head with us today in his trenches?”

“No such luck is there in store for my juniors, I fancy,” replied Grantham, swallowing off a goblet of wine, which had been presented to him—­“but if I do fall, it will be in good company.  Although the American seems to lie quietly enough within his defences, there is that about him which promises us rather a hot reception.”.

“So much the better,” said Villiers; “there will be broken heads for some of us—­who do you think we have booked for a place to the other world?”

Gerald made no answer, but his look and manner implied that he understood himself to be the party thus favored.

“Not so,” returned Villiers, “we can’t afford to spare you yet besides the death of a blue jacket can in no way benefit us.  What’s the use of ’a bloody war and a sickly season,’ that standard toast at every West India mess, if the juniors are to go off and not the seniors—­ Cranstoun’s the man we’ve booked.”