I think I crawled out, for I can scarcely remember now even how it was done, but I slammed the door shut, and dropped the bar across.

I heard him pounding and swearing inside, but was certain he couldn't get out.

I didn't faint, but I lay down there quite a while, so completely exhausted I could scarcely lift my hand.

I could hear him digging at the wood of the door with a knife, and the awful firing outside and up stairs.

I knew the house was being attacked, and then when it became quiet again, I was equally sure you had driven the Confederates back.