Eric Lisle, Under Honour's Flag
“ If only his faithful Warren or dear old Charlton knew of his peril, how they would come to his aid! Alas, they were far away, and they did not know.But what was that? A sound outside! A shout, and the dogs barking and raging more than ever, in a perfect fury of anger. Then a smashing of glass. Had the fire broken the windows? No. A form rising above the sill, a man who staggered as the hot smoke met him, and who bent down on all fours to creep across the room—a man who cried aloud—"Ralph Rexworth, are you here? Are you here?"It was Mr. Charlton; it was Mr. Charlton come to his aid. ”
