Then they halted, blocked by the numbers barring their path, glancing back anxiously in hope that their effort would encourage others to join them.

They could do it; they could do it if only the rest of the boys would come.

They poured in their volleys and waited.

But Reno made no move.

Weir and Brant, determined to hold every inch thus gained, threw the dismounted men on their faces behind every projection of earth, and encircled the ridge with flame.
If they could not advance, they would not be driven back.