"What is it, Senor?" said the Federal, as he came near the General.
"I want the Commander of the Rebels and the Commander of the Federals at the foot of this bridge in five minutes—be on your way."
The Federal ran back to the group of soldiers, they all began to talk excitedly, running in several directions.
Truck loads of soldiers from Fort Bliss were unloading, all ready for action.
General M—— stood, legs spread, looking at his watch, tapping his riding boot with his stick, as the Federal Commander came to where he was standing.
"You have sent for me, Senor—I have come," as the sound of a horse galloping down the street was heard.
"At your command, I have come, Senor," said the rebel General, as he swaggered up to the General, looking at the Federal as though he were the lowest thing on earth.
"Yes, I sent for you both," said General M——, "I want to tell you that if you saddle-faced bastards let another bullet fall on the American side of the river, I'll wipe the whole goddamn lot of you, and this town, off the map," as he turned, giving an order to close the gates again, as the armored cars once more came into position.
The General of the Rebels rode away, to his own troops, who in the lull of the fighting had moved up on the Federals.
The fighting began again, with renewed vigor on the side of the rebels, who had drawn their bayonets, while the Federals ran for the river, wading in and making for the American side, wasting no time in doing it.