Close on the heels of the fugitives came six or eight guerrillas.
"Steady, men! Hold your fire!" shouted Lawrence.
He waited until the guerrillas were within a few rods of the improvised breastworks, then ordered the men to fire. Half the saddles were emptied and the rest went scurrying back. But they were met by the main body of guerrillas and all came charging with blood curdling yells.
At this opportune moment Lieutenant Hale came galloping up with the rear guard. His quick eye took in the situation and he ordered his men to dismount and take position behind the mules and wagons.
"Hold your fire!" again shouted Lawrence. "Keep cool and take good aim."
On came the yelling horde. When within a few yards of the blockade the foremost tried to check their horses, but those in the rear pressed on and threw the whole body into confusion.
"Fire!" Lawrence's voice rang out loud and clear. In that packed mass the effect of the volley was terrible.
"Give it to them," shouted Lawrence.
The men loaded and fired as fast as they could, but soon there was no one to shoot at. The guerrillas who had escaped were in retreat.
"Lieutenant Hale, hold the position here," said Lawrence. "Fifteen men come with me."