But by the time the warehouses was all lit up so that you could see they was no hope of putting them out the shooting from the darkness had jest about stopped.
It looked like them big tobacco warehouses was the main object of the raid.

Fur when they was burning past all chancet of saving, with walls and floors a-tumbling and crashing down and sending up great gouts of fresh flame as they fell, the leader sings out an order, and all that is not on their hosses jumps on, and they rides away from the blaze.

They come across the square--not galloping now, but taking it easy, laughing and talking and cussing and joking each other--and passed right by my lumber pile agin and down the street they had come.

You bet I laid low on them boards while they was going by, and flattened myself out till I felt like a shingle.
As I hearn their hoof-sounds getting farther off, I lifts up my head agin.

But they wasn't all gone, either.