They did melt away in part, but not wholly, and their only flight was a very slow one that bore them steadily upward.
Just under the brow of the hill they paused for a long breath, and then leaped forward in a fierce final rush.

Over the rifle-pits they poured, tearing down the barbed-wire barricades with their bare hands, and making a dash for the block-house.

Already the dismayed Spaniards were streaming down the farther side of the hill.

A last withering volley crashed from the loop-holed building, and then its defenders also took to panic-stricken flight.

In another minute the flaunting banner of Spain had been torn down, and the stars and stripes of freedom waved proudly in its place.