Up to this moment the men in the street had not observed Ensign Dave's party.
"Sprint down close enough, Riley," Dave directed, "to see whether the men in the street are Mexicans or our own men.

I suspect they're Mexicans." "They're Mexicans, sir!" panted Riley, returning at a sprint.
"Ready! Aim! Fire!" shouted Darrin.

"Charge.

Fire as you need." As the volley rang out several Mexicans dropped.

Dave dashed down the street at the head of his men.
A feeble return of the fire came from the Mexicans, who then broke and fled to the next corner.
"Are there Americans inside the house ?" called Dave, halting before the open but darkened windows.
"Indeed there are!" came a jubilant voice.