"Come on here," called Evelyn.
They moved past the crossing, then into the center of the street—bullets whizzed overhead while toward the river there was a hot battle raging.
On the American side the banks of the river were lined with people watching the fighting, as though it were a baseball game, oblivious of the bullets that fell all around them. As the fighting came nearer the river, two huge armored cars, with French 75's mounted, rolled near the International Bridge, muzzles lowering menacingly, toward Mexico.
A scream came from down to the left of the bridge, as a mother grabbed up her little one in her arms, running toward the street. The child had been killed by a stray bullet.
Phones began to buzz at Fort Bliss, saying that the bullets from the fighting were falling thick and fast on the American side, and that one had already found its mark.
Five minutes passed—soon the screaming of a siren could be heard, coming toward the bridge was the large dark brown car with the American flag flying from the front, and it drew up at the foot of the bridge.
General M—— stepped from the car, face red with fury.
"Fire a warning from one of those 75's," commanded the General, as he walked toward the center of the bridge, as the voice of the 75 roared across the border.
Firing on the Mexican side stopped immediately, as one of the Federals came running toward the gates on the bridge.
"Open these gates," commanded the General, and the aides ran to do his bidding.