"Even the rabble about the garrison throw shives of bread into our
trenches," said Morgan; "and once or twice I have thought their muskets
were loaden with peas instead of pellets."
"Then is our assault the more urgent," replied Rigby: "delay doth not
increase her strength. Prince Rupert too, some fair morning, may jump
between us and head-quarters."
"I have as many grenadoes," said Morgan, "as will save his highness the
trouble. Were he here, I would make him dance the Flemish _coranto_."
"The Amalekites shall ye utterly destroy," said Gideon, with a sudden
indrawing of the breath, as though he were suffering the pangs and
throes of possession. "Neither shall ye spare the women and the little
ones nor the stuff; no, not even a kid for a burnt-offering. Your eye
shall not spare as Saul spare Agag, whom Samuel hewed in pieces."
"Keep thy counsel to light thine own courage. Yon fiery-tempered woman
will not be over-nice in her respect to thy vocation. Peradventure she
may dangle thy carcase over the walls in defiance of our summons."
Morgan would have rebuked him farther, had not Rigby hastily put the
message into his hands, and bade him good speed.
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