So Lieutenant Trent's men dashed down the street for a short distance, and pausing in the shelter of a building cheered jubilantly.
Now the Mexican soldiers above no longer had the advantage.

Whenever one of their number showed his head over the edge of the roof he became a handy target for the jackies below.
Heavy shutters covered the windows on the ground floor of the building.

The heavy wooden door was tightly locked.
"Ensign Darrin," sounded Trent's voice, "take enough men and batter that door down." It took a combined rush to effect that.

Several times Dave led his seamen against that barrier.

Under repeated assaults it gave way.
"Through the house and to the roof!" shouted Trent.