There was no answer.
"We'd better," insisted McGue, perspiring from heat and excitement. "They ain't got anything on us. You can't fight rifles with bare hands."
"Hell, no! You saw what they did to Ed McGuire. Let's kill the uglies——"
"Kill 'em!" Ray adopted a new slogan. "Kill 'em! Kill 'em, I says."
They wavered. The blistering sun beat fiercely on the metallic barrels of the menacing rifles.
A dreadful tumult of shots, shouts, indescribable noises, broke out in the rear. The shuddering sound of machine guns pelted whistling hail through the sparse tree leaves above.
Out of the blind turmoil came running figures, blaspheming in horrible rage. "They're there too!"
"It's another regiment!"
"They're killing everybody!"
The noise grew louder.