’At length the silence of this awful period of expectation was broken by a sound which at a distance was like the rushing of a stream of water, but as it approached we distinguished the thick-beating clang of a number of horses advancing very fast.  I had arranged a loophole for myself, from which I could see the approach of the enemy.  The noise increased and came nearer, and at length thirty horsemen and more rushed at once upon the lawn.  You never saw such horrid wretches!  Notwithstanding the severity of the season, they were most of them stripped to their shirts and trowsers, with silk handkerchiefs knotted about their heads, and all well armed with carbines, pistols, and cutlasses.  I, who am a soldier’s daughter, and accustomed to see war from my infancy, was never so terrified in my life as by the savage appearance of these ruffians, their horses reeking with the speed at which they had ridden, and their furious exclamations of rage and disappointment when they saw themselves baulked of their prey.  They paused, however, when they saw the preparations made to receive them, and appeared to hold a moment’s consultation among themselves.  At length one of the party, his face blackened with gunpowder by way of disguise, came forward with a white handkerchief on the end of his carbine, and asked to speak with Colonel Mannering.  My father, to my infinite terror, threw open a window near which he was posted, and demanded what he wanted.  “We want our goods, which we have been robbed of by these sharks,” said the fellow; “and our lieutenant bids me say that, if they are delivered, we’ll go off for this bout without clearing scores with the rascals who took them; but if not, we’ll burn the house, and have the heart’s blood of every one in it,”—­a threat which he repeated more than once, graced by a fresh variety of imprecations, and the most horrid denunciations that cruelty could suggest.

’"And which is your lieutenant?” said my father in reply.

’"That gentleman on the grey horse,” said the miscreant, “with the red handkerchief bound about his brow.”

’"Then be pleased to tell that gentleman that, if he and the scoundrels who are with him do not ride off the lawn this instant, I will fire upon them without ceremony.”  So saying, my father shut the window and broke short the conference.

’The fellow no sooner regained his troop than, with a loud hurra, or rather a savage yell, they fired a volley against our garrison.  The glass of the windows was shattered in every direction, but the precautions already noticed saved the party within from suffering.  Three such volleys were fired without a shot being returned from within.  My father then observed them getting hatchets and crows, probably to assail the hall-door, and called aloud, “Let none fire but Hazlewood and me; Hazlewood, mark the ambassador.”  He himself aimed at the man on the grey horse, who fell on receiving his shot.  Hazlewood was equally successful.