"You are foolish," he said, "but you have had your chance. You and
your companions are doomed."
"That may be," replied Frank, "but if we are, we'll take a lot of
you along with us."
They separated and returned to their respective camps.
"Get ready now, boys, for the fight of your lives," Frank
admonished his comrades, after he had told them of what had passed
between him and the flag bearer.
"Let them come," said Bart. "We're good for a lot of them if our
bullets hold out."
"And when they're gone, we've got our bayonets," put in Tom.
"And our knives may do some damage," added Billy, as his hand
rested on the haft of his.
With every faculty alert and their eyes fixed upon their enemies,
the Army Boys waited for the expected rush.
"What are they waiting for?" muttered Tom peevishly. "Are they
getting cold feet? Or are they waiting for another gang of hoboes
to join them before they care to tackle us?"
"It isn't that," Frank answered. "They may be planning new
tactics. Their others didn't work very well."
"I believe they're going away," cried Billy, as he saw the crowd
dispersing.
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