"Hurt?"
"No! Arm, maybe. No matter! God! What's this?"
Toward them a sudden swirl of men came sweeping, stumbling, shouting, in pandemonium.
"Our men!" cried Gabriel, starting forward again. "We're being driven! Rally, here! Rally!"
Beyond, a louder crackling sounded. Here, there, men plunged down. The retreat was becoming a rout!
Yelling, Gabriel flung himself upon the men.
"Back there!" he vociferated. "Back, and at the walls! Come on, boys, now! Come on!"
His voice, well known to nearly all, thrilled them again with new determination. A shout rose up; it swelled, deepened, roared to majestic volume.
Then the tide turned.
Back went the fighting men of the great Revolution. back at the machine-guns, mounted in the breached walls.