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Under the Storm by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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"Aye!" said Goodman Blane. "I would not be in Miller Luck's shoes
just now. I wonder where he is, poor rogue. Which side have got his
mill, think you, Master Brown?"

"The round-headed rascals for certain," said Master Brown, "and the
bridge too, trying to hinder the King's men from crossing bag and
baggage to relieve the town."

"See, there's a party drawing together. Is it to force the bridge?"

"Aye, aye, and there's another troop galloping up stream. Be they
running off, the cowards?"

"Not they. Depend on it some of our folks have told them of Colham
ford. Heaven be with them, brave lads."

"Most like Sir George is there, I don't see 'em."

"No, of course not, stupid, they'll be taking Colham Lane. See, see,
there's a lot of 'em drawn up to force the bridge. Good luck be with
them."

More puffs of smoke from the mill, larger ones from the bank, and a
rattle and roll came up to the watchers. There was a moment's shock
and pause in the assault, then a rush forward, and the distant sound
of a cheer, which those on the hill could not help repeating. But
from the red coats on and behind the bridge, proceeded a perfect
cloud of smoke, which hid everything, and when it began to clear away
on the wind, there seemed to be a hand-to-hand struggle going on upon
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