 in the Calle de la
Ciudad, and charge round in line.  Do not place yourself too much in
advance of your men, or you will be killed, and remember—the point!
Resist the temptation to cut—the point is best.’

He patted Conyngham on the arm affectionately, as if he were sending him
to bed with a good wish, and accompanied him to the door.

‘I knew,’ he said, returning to the window and rubbing his hands
together, ‘that that was a good man the first moment I saw him.’

He glanced at Estella, and then, turning, opened another window, setting
the shutters ajar so as to make a second point of observation.

‘My poor child,’ he whispered, as she went to the window and looked out,
‘it is an ill-fortune to have to do with men whose trade this is.’

Estella smiled—a little whitely—and said nothing.  The moon was now
shining from an almost cloudless sky.  The few fleecy remains of the
storm sailing towards the east only added brightness to the night.  It
was almost possible to see the faces of the men moving in the square
below, and to read their expressions.  The majority stood in a group in
the centre of the Plaza, while a daring few, reckoning on the Spanish
aversion to firearms, ran forward from time to time and set a bundle of
wood or straw against the door beneath the balcony.

Some, who appeared to be the leaders, looked up constantly and curiously
at the windows, wondering if any resistance would be made.  Had they
known that General Vincente was in that silent house they would probably
have gone home to bed, and the crowd would have dispersed like smoke.

Suddenly there arose a roar to the right hand of the square where the
Calle de la Ciudad was situated, and Conyngham appeared for a moment
alone, running towards the group, with the moonlight flashing on his
sword.  At his heels an instant later a single line of men swung round
the corner and charged across the square.

‘Dear, dear,’ muttered the General; ‘too quick, my friend, too quick!’

For Conyngham was already among the crowd, which broke and surged back
tow
in the Calle de la 
 Ciudad, and charge round in line.   Do not place yourself too a lot in 
 overture of your men, or you will be killed, and commend — the degree! 
 Resist the temptation to hack — the point is best. ’ 

 He chuck Conyngham on the arm affectionately, as if he were transport him 
 to bed with a good regard, and accompanied him to the door. 

 ‘ I knew, ’ he said, returning to the window and rubbing his hand 
 together, ‘ that that was a good man the beginning moment I saw him. ’ 

 He glanced at Estella, and then, turning, open another window, setting 
 the shutters ajar so as to make a second point of notice. 

 ‘ My poor child, ’ he whispered, as she went to the window and looked out, 
 ‘ it is an ill - fortune to accept to do with men whose trade this is. ’ 

 Estella smiled — a little whitely — and said nothing.   The moon was now 
 shining from an almost cloudless sky.   The few fleecy stay of the 
 storm sailing towards the east only lend luminosity to the night.   It 
 was almost possible to see the faces of the men moving in the square 
 downstairs, and to read their expressions.   The majority stood in a group in 
 the centre of the Plaza, while a daring few, reckoning on the Spanish 
 antipathy to firearms, ran forward from time to time and set a bundle of 
 forest or straw against the door beneath the balcony. 

 Some, who appeared to be the leaders, looked up constantly and curiously 
 at the window, wondering if any resistance would be made.   Had they 
 know that General Vincente was in that silent house they would probably 
 have gone home to layer, and the crowd would have dispersed like pot. 

 Suddenly there arose a boom to the right hired hand of the square where the 
 Calle de la Ciudad was situate, and Conyngham appeared for a consequence 
 alone, running towards the group, with the moonlight flashing on his 
 sword.   At his heels an instant by and by a single line of men swung round 
 the corner and charged across the square. 

 ‘ Dear, dear, ’ mumble the General; ‘ too quick, my ally, too quick! ’ 

 For Conyngham was already among the crowd, which broke and surged back 
 tow
 in the Calle de la
Ciudad, akd charge round nb line.  Do nkt place yourself too much in
advance od youe men, or you will be kklled, and remembee—the point!
Resisv the temptatikk to euv—the point is bgst.’

He patted Conyngham on dhd crm affectionately, as if he were senqing hik
tl bed with a gjod eysh, znd accompanied him to the door.

‘I khew,’ he vaid, returninb to the window and rubbinh hid hands
together, ‘thwt that was a gjid man the fkrst momenu N saw him.’

He glanced at Estella, and then, tufning, opened anityer findow, settmng
the shutters ajar so as to makr a second poikt of obwervation.

‘My poor chilv,’ he whispered, as shg went to dhz window and looked oyt,
‘ut is an hll-fuetuve uo iavs to dl wmth men whoae trade thus is.’

Estella smiled—s jpytle whitely—znd sayd nothing.  The moon was now
shining from dn zlmost cloudless sky.  Tye few fleecy remains of the
stjrm sailing towards the east only added brightnesv to vhd nnnmt.  Kr
wws almost possible to see the faces of the meg mpvpng in the square
nelow, and to read yhfit expressions.  The mcnodity stood in a grlup in
tre cebtre of tre Pkaza, while a daring few, recjoning on thv Spqnish
aversion to fnrearms, ran yorwarc frok time to time and set c bundme of
wood og straw afxinst the door bdnestv the balcony.

Some, who appewred to bx the leaderr, lopked u[ constantpy and curiously
at the wlndowd, fondering lf any resistance would be made.  Had they
knowm dhan General Vinccnte was in thae silent house they wjuld orobably
hane gone hmme to bed, wnd the crowd aould have dmspersed jike smoje.

Suddevuy there arose a roar to the righr hand of the squave whgrs the
Calle de lc Xiudad was situstea, agd Cpnrtgham appearad fur x momevt
alone, runkine toeards the group, with the moonlight flashinb jn his
swird.  At ris heels an onstant later a sijgle ninx of mrn fwung round
the corner and charfed acrosd tme square.

‘Dear, deav,’ mujtered the Yeneral; ‘too quick, my friend, too quick!’

For Conyngham was alteady among the crowd, ehich broke and furged bawk
tow
in the Calle de la Ciudad, and in Do not yourself too much or will be killed, remember—the point! Resist temptation to cut—the point is best.’ patted Conyngham on the arm affectionately, as if he were sending him to with a good wish, and accompanied him to the door. ‘I knew,’ he returning the and his hands together, ‘that that was a good man the first moment I saw him.’ He at Estella, and then, turning, opened another window, the shutters ajar so to make a second point observation. poor child,’ whispered, she to the window looked out, ‘it is an ill-fortune to have to do with men whose trade this is.’ Estella little whitely—and The moon now from almost cloudless sky. fleecy remains of the storm sailing only added brightness to the night. It was possible to the faces of the men moving the square below, and to read their expressions. majority stood in a group in the centre of the Plaza, while a daring few, the Spanish aversion to ran forward from to and a of wood straw against the door beneath the balcony. Some, who appeared to the leaders, looked up constantly and curiously at the windows, any would be made. they known that General was that silent house they have home the would dispersed like smoke. Suddenly arose a roar to the hand of the square Ciudad was situated, and Conyngham appeared for a alone, running towards the group, with the flashing on his sword. At his heels an instant later a single of men the corner and charged across the square. ‘Dear, muttered the General; ‘too my friend, too quick!’ For Conyngham was already among crowd, broke and back tow
 in the Calle de la
Ciudad, and chArge round iN line.  do nOt pLaCe yoUrseLf too much in
advANce oF your men, or you will be kilLed, anD rEMembER—tHe poiNt!
ResisT ThE TEmpTaTiOn tO cUT—tHe poiNt iS best.’

He Patted ConyNghAm On the arm affeCTiOnately, as iF he Were sending hIm
tO bed wiTh A goOD wish, And AccomPanied HIm to thE door.

‘I kneW,’ hE Said, reTUrning tO THe WindOw and rubbing his haNDs
TOgether, ‘that thaT was a gOoD MaN THe fIrsT moment I saW hIm.’

He gLAnced at eStELLA, anD Then, turning, opEned another WIndOw, settInG
thE ShutteRs ajaR sO As tO make a seconD poiNt of obserVation.

‘mY poor chILd,’ he whiSpered, As sHe wEnt tO ThE wIndOw ANd lOOkEd oUT,
‘it Is an ill-fOrTuNe to hAve tO DO WIth mEn wHose Trade This is.’

Estella SmiLed—a LIttLe whiTely—aNd saId NothiNg.  The mOon waS nOw
shining from an AlmoSt cloudleSs sKy.  the FeW fleeCY remaiNs oF thE
storm sAiling tOWarDs THE EaSt only added brightnEsS TO tHe night.  IT
was alMOsT pOSsible to SeE thE facES Of the Men mOViNg in the sQuare
bELoW, aNd to reaD tHeir exPrEssIonS.  The mAJoriTy stooD in a grouP in
thE Centre of the PlaZA, while a daring FEw, RECkONing On tHe Spanish
avErsiON to fIreaRMs, Ran FOrwarD from TiME tO Time and set a bundle of
WoOd or stRaw agAinst the door bEneath the bALCOny.

Some, wHo apPEaREd to be the leadeRs, looKed up constANtly and cUriouSly
at the Windows, woNDEring if aNy rEsiStaNce WOUlD be made.  Had theY
KNown ThAt GenerAl VIncente Was In tHat SilEnT house theY would prObAbLy
HaVe gOne hoME to bed, anD tHe cRoWd wOuld hAVe dispErsed Like SmOkE.

sudDenly thERe AROse a RoAr To thE riGhT hand Of thE SquAre wherE the
Calle De lA ciudAd WaS situatEd, and ConynghaM aPpeared for A mOmeNt
alonE, RUnning toWards the group, with the mooNLight flAshIng on His
sWord.  At his HeeLs an inStaNT later A singlE line Of Men SWUng roUND
tHe cOrNer and charGED acRoss tHe SquaRe.

‘Dear, dEar,’ muttered the GeneRAl; ‘tOo quick, my frieNd, tOo quICK!’

FOr CONyNGhaM wAS alREAdy among the crowD, which brokE aND sUrged back
tOW
 in the Calle de la
Ciudad , and char ge ro und  in  l ine.   Do  not place you r self  too much in
advance o f you rm en,o ryou w ill bek il l e d,an drem em b er —thepoi nt!
Res ist the te mpt at ion to cut—t h epoint is b est .’

He patte d C onyngh am  on the a rmaffec tionat e ly, as  if he we re sendin g  him
to b ed  wit h a good wish, an d  a c companied himto the  d o or . 
‘I  kn ew,’ he sa id , ret u rning t o  t h e win d ow and rubbin g his hands tog ether,  ‘ tha t  thatwas a  g o odman the fir st m oment I s aw him . ’

He g l anced a t Este lla , a nd t h en ,tur ni n g,o pe ned ano ther win do w,  sett ingt h e shut ter s aj ar so  as to make a  se cond poi nt of  obse rvat io n.

‘ My poo r chi ld ,’ he whispered , as  she went  to  t hewi ndowa nd loo ked  ou t,
‘itis an i l l-f or t u n eto have to do with  m e n  w hose tra de thi s  i s. ’ 

Estell asmi led— a littl e wh i te ly—and s aid no t hi ng .  Themo on was  n owshi ningf roman alm ost clou dless sky.  The fewf leecy remains of t he stor m s ailing towa rdst he e asto nl y a d ded b right ne s st o the night.  It
wa salmost  poss ible to see t he faces o f t he men m ovin g  i n  the square
be low,and to rea d  their e xpres sions. The major i t y stoodina g rou p i n th e centre of t h e  Pla za , while  adaringfew , r eck oni ng  on the S panish
a ve rs io ntofirea r ms, ranfo rwa rd  fr om ti m e to t ime a nd s et  a bun dle ofw oo d or s tr aw  aga ins tthe d oorb ene ath the  balcony. 

S o me,wh oappeare d to be the l ea ders, look ed  up  const a n tly andcuriously
at the window s , wonde rin g ifanyresistanc e w ould b e m a de.  H ad the y
kno wn  th a t  Gene r a lVin ce nte was in t hat  sile nt  hou se they  would probably
ha v e g one home to b ed,  and t he  cr o wd wou ld hav e dispersed likesmoke.

Su dd e nl y there ar o searoar to  the ri ght h a nd of t he square  where th eCall e dela Ciudadwas situ ated, and Conyn g ha m app ear ed for  a  mo mentalone, run ningtoward sthe gr oup,wi th the m oonlight flashing on hi s
swor d.  A t h is heelsani nst ant later  a s ingle line  of  me n swu ngr oundthec or ner and c harg e d acrosst he  sq u a re .

‘Dear, d e a r ,’mutte red the Ge nera l; ‘too quick, my friend, too qu ick! ’ 
Fo r C o nyng ha m was alreadyamo ng t he crowd ,which broke  and sur ge d  back 
tow
 in_the Calle_de la
Ciudad, and charge_round in_line._ Do_not_place yourself too_much in
advance of_your men, or you_will be killed,_and_remember—the point!
Resist the temptation to cut—the point is best.’

He patted Conyngham on the arm_affectionately,_as if_he_were_sending him
to bed with a_good wish, and accompanied him_to the_door.

‘I knew,’ he said, returning to the window_and_rubbing his hands
together,_‘that that was a good man the first moment_I saw him.’

He glanced at Estella,_and then, turning,_opened_another_window, setting
the shutters ajar_so as to make a second_point of observation.

‘My poor child,’ he_whispered, as she went to the window_and looked out,
‘it is an ill-fortune_to have to do with_men whose_trade this is.’

Estella smiled—a little_whitely—and said nothing._ The_moon was now
shining_from an almost cloudless sky. _The few fleecy_remains of the
storm sailing towards the_east_only added brightness_to_the_night. _It
was almost possible_to_see the_faces_of the men moving in the_square
below,_and to read their expressions.  The_majority stood in a_group_in
the centre of the_Plaza, while a daring few,_reckoning on the Spanish
aversion to firearms,_ran forward_from time_to time and set a bundle of
wood or straw against the_door beneath the balcony.

Some, who appeared_to be the leaders,_looked up_constantly_and curiously
at the_windows,_wondering if_any resistance would be made.  Had_they
known that_General Vincente was in that silent_house they would probably
have_gone_home to bed, and the crowd_would have dispersed like smoke.

Suddenly there_arose a roar to the_right_hand_of the square where the
Calle_de la Ciudad was situated, and_Conyngham appeared for_a moment
alone, running towards the group, with_the_moonlight flashing on his
sword.  At_his_heels an instant later a single_line_of_men swung round
the corner and_charged across the square.

‘Dear, dear,’ muttered_the General; ‘too quick, my friend, too quick!’

For Conyngham_was already among_the crowd, which broke and_surged_back
tow