Meanwhile, the other parties had been doing good work, and the
sniping had to a great extent died down. The boys entered the next
house, but met with no opposition, and when they reached the top
story an open scuttle giving on to the roof told its own story of
flight on the part of the occupants. They went through several
houses in this fashion, but when they neared the end of the block
resistance began to stiffen. Across the end of the street was a
house that commanded it absolutely, and this seemed to have been
chosen by the rioters as a last stand. From every window and from
the roof snipers were busy, and were inflicting serious damage on
the Americans. Already three had been killed, and as many more
wounded. The sergeant marshaled the slender force remaining to
him.
"Boys," he said, "we've got to clean out that hornet's nest, and
then I think we'll have things pretty much in our own hands. We'll
rush it now, and be sure that every man hangs close to the others,
because if we become separated we're done for. Now, all together,
and let them have it plenty!"
With these the little force of intrepid Americans rushed for the
door of this last remaining stronghold.
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