"They come on!" cried Shirley. "How steadily they march in! There is discipline in their ranks. I will not say there is courage--hundreds against tens are no proof of that quality--but" (she dropped her voice) "there is suffering and desperation enough amongst them. These goads will urge them forwards."
"Forwards against Robert; and they hate him. Shirley, is there much danger they will win the day?"
"We shall see. Moore and Helstone are of 'earth's first blood'--no bunglers--no cravens----"

"How steadily they march in!" cried Shirley. "There is discipline in their ranks. I will not say there is courage, but there is desperation enough to urge them forwards."
"Forwards against Robert; and they hate him."
