Where one had dared, there might be others.
I heard Robbins rushing along the escarpment opposite, and knew he had also caught a glimpse of some daring chap.
It became quite lively just then, what with our mad plunges, the battering on the trap, the resonant voice of our excited alcalde, and the shouts of his henchmen.
How it would end, I must confess, I had not the remotest idea.
Suppose they kept up this harassing, guerrilla method of warfare indefinitely, we must sooner or later find ourselves utterly tired out, until finally we dropped from mere exhaustion.
For myself, I could see no remedy, unless we made a bold move, opened the trap and fought our way through the lot; perhaps the bark of our six-shooters might keep the enemy at bay until we reached the street.
What would happen then I had not the least idea—my mind refused to grapple with so intricate a problem, especially while my body was so vigorously engaged.
And, besides, with Hildegarde to protect, it was an utter absurdity.
The fun grew fast and furious, though for the time it was apparently all on one side.
We tumbled several more citizens from their perch before they could actually secure a footing on the roof, while others, seeing us approach, withdrew to a lower and safer coign of vantage.