It was all over with so quickly that through the smoke we looked at each other dazed, and then stared out at the flying figures.

I groped my way from room to room, ordering a reloading of the guns, and asking if there were any injured.

The walls were scarred by bullets much of the piled up furniture splintered, but only two men had been hit, and their, wounds were slight.
"They'll try it again, lads," I said.

"Get ready." There was no doubt of that, for they were old soldiers out yonder, and would never rest under the stigma of defeat.

But they were bound to be more cautious a second time, and would give us a harder tussle.
The fleeing men were rallied just beyond the negro cabins, cursed by their officers and driven back into line; then moved slowly forward again to their former position in the orchard.