Scattered prone among these were men and horses; others staggered, screaming.

On the farther side of this stony dike our pursuers were held like rushing waters behind a sudden fallen tree.
"Timed to a second!" cried Ventnor.

"Hold 'em for a while.

Fuses and dynamite.

Blew out the whole side, right on 'em, by the Lord!" On we fled.