"Shall we risk a rush or starve them out? I'd like to try hunger on
them," said Armitage.
"They'll all sneak off over the bridge to-night if we pen them up. If
they all go at once they'll break it down, and we'll lose our quarry. But
you want to capture them--alive?"
"I certainly do!" Armitage replied, and turned to laugh at Oscar, who had
fired at the barricade from the back of his horse, which was resenting
the indignity by trying to throw his rider.
The enemy now concentrated a sharp fire upon Armitage, whose horse
snorted and pawed the ground as the balls cut the air and earth.
"For God's sake, get off that horse, Armitage!" bawled Claiborne, rising
upon, the rock. "There's no use in wasting yourself that way."
"My arm aches and I've got to do something. Let's try storming them just
for fun. It's a cavalry stunt, Claiborne, and you can play being the
artillery that's supporting our advance. Fall away there, Oscar, about
forty yards, and we'll race for it to the wall and over. That barricade
isn't as stiff as it looks from this side--know all about it. There are
great chunks out of it that can't be seen from this side.
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