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Had to leap back again, for the enemy thrust at them. Nick struck in
turn, though, and a yell of pain told that it was not without effect.
"Keep back," cried Sir Edward, as his men advanced recklessly, and when
the wounded man had been drawn away and carried out, after a rough
bandage had been applied to his wound, Sir Edward turned to his son.
"You must be hurt, my boy," he whispered. "I was, father, horribly."
"But I mean wounded." "Only my doublet," said the lad merrily. "What are
we to do now?" After a few moments' thought, as Nick Garth had been so
able, Sir Edward decided to let him try again, which he eagerly did,
feigning so as to draw a thrust from the enemy, and darting aside and
close up to the wall. Then, as the man withdrew his pike, Nick, holding
his own short, thrust it through after it, and again there was a yell of
pain, but almost at the same moment Ram Jennings was just reached by a
thrust through another hole, and sprang back, roaring like a wild beast.
"Yah! don't howl like that," cried Nick angrily; "do as I do." But poor
Ram Jennings preferred to stand nursing his injured arm, and watching
his fellow ramming away with his pike, as if loading a gun, till
suddenly it was jerked out of his hand, and drawn through the wall.
"Look at that," he growled. "Here, give's hold of another." But Sir
Edward ordered him back. "It's of no use, my lad," he cried; "come