"Where's the rest of your outfit, Murphy?" drawled Yankee. "Don't seem's
if you'd counted right."

"It is a cold day for the parley voos," laughed Big Mack Cameron. "Come
up, lads, and take a taste of something hot."

Then the Murphy men, clearing away the fallen, rushed again. They strove
to bring the Highlanders to a clinch, but Yankee's voice was high and
clear in command.

"Keep the line, boys! Don't let 'em draw you!" And the Glengarry men
waited till they could strike, and when they struck men went down and
were pulled back by their friends.

"Intil them, bhoys!" yelled Dan Murphy, keeping out of range himself.
"Intil the divils!" And again and again his men crowded down upon the
line against the wall, but again and again they were beaten down or
hurled back bruised and bleeding.

Meantime LeNoir was devoting himself to Black Hugh at one end of the
line, dancing in upon him and away again, but without much result. Black
Hugh refused to be drawn out, and fought warily on defense, knowing the
odds were great and waiting his chance to deliver one good blow, which
was all he asked.

The Glengarry men were enjoying themselves hugely, and when not shouting
their battle-cry, "Glengarry forever!" or taunting their foes, they were
joking each other on the fortunes of war. Big Mack Cameron, who held the
center, drew most of the sallies. He was easy-tempered and good-natured,