Tell the men to fall back by rushes, not returning any fire unless ordered." "Aye, aye, sir." A moment later ten jackies were retreating.

They gained the sugar mill, and passed it.
"Hicks," called Ensign Darrin, "get your party aboard.

Run for it!" "Aye, aye, sir." "And help this wounded man back to the launch." The sailor, who had been carrying the second wounded man, turned him over to Hicks, who carried his burden manfully.
Dave continued to retreat more slowly with his fighting force, taking frequent observations rearward.

From the hedge a few, sniping shots came now and then, but, as no one was hit, Darrin did not allow the fire to be returned.
Suddenly, three hundred yards away, a volley crashed out on the right.
"Flanked!" muttered Darrin, grimly, as Riley threw his men into line to meet the new attack.

"I expected it.