About eleven o’clock a breathless messenger came to say that the Turks had renewed the attack on the other side of Beirut Dagh; but I did not even send him on to Kagig.  If the attack was a feint, as was probable, intended to distract us from the main battle, then there were men enough there to deal with it.  If, on the other hand, Mahmoud had divided forces and sent a formidable number around the mountain, then our only chance was nevertheless to concentrate on our great effort, and defeat the nearest first.  There was not the slightest wisdom in sending down a message likely to distract Monty or Will or Kagig from their immediate task.

The women kept piling in the pine trees, until I thought the very weight of lumber might defeat our purpose by delaying the blaze too long.  But Kagig had requisitioned every drop of kerosene in Zeitoon, and the stuff was splashed on with the recklessness that comes of throwing parsimony to the winds.  Then I grew afraid lest they should fire the stuff too soon, or lest some stray spark from a man’s pipe or an overturned lantern should do the work.  Every imaginable fear presented itself, because, having no active part in the fighting, I had nothing to distract me from self-criticism.  It became almost a foregone conclusion after a while that the night’s work was destined to be spoiled entirely by some oversight or stupidity of mine.

The battle down in the valley dinned and screamed like the end of the world, although the Turks could not use their artillery for fear of slaughtering their own men.  I could hear Fred hotly engaged, holding the corner of the turn where the Turks were seeking in vain to widen it.  Probably the Turks supposed he was put there with a hundred men to defend the road, instead of to drive their thinned battalions up it.

In the end it was an accident that set the bugles blowing, and probably that accident saved our fortunes.  Monty shouted to a man to run and ask for news of the fighting below.  Mistaking the words in the din, the messenger ran to the rock in the clearing on which the musicians waited, and a minute later the first bars of the Marseillaise rang clearly through the trees.

The almost instant answer was a volley from each side of the road that sounded like the explosion of the whole world.  And the Turks hardly half into the trap yet!  Monty and Will and Kagig brought their men back up the road at the double, as the only way to escape the fire of our ambushed friends.  I was two minutes fumbling with matches in the wind before I could light the kindling set ready in the entrance arch; and it was about three minutes more before the first long flame shot skyward and the beacon we had set began to do its appointed work.

Then, though, that castle proved to be a very Vesuvius, for the draught poured in through the doorless arch and hurried the hot flames skyward to be mushroomed roaring against the belly of black clouds.  None of us knew then where Mahmoud was, nor that he had given the order that minute to his trapped battalions to halt, face the trees on either side, and advance in either direction in order to widen their front.