The rattle of fewer than a score of rifles could be distinguished through the general uproar, and again that penetrating falsetto: "Cease fir-ing. In re-treat... maaarch!" In a few moments this remnant had drifted slowly past the Governor, all to the right of him as they faced in retiring, the men deployed at intervals of a half-dozen paces.
Where is the charm of it all? Where are the elevated sentiments, the devotion, the heroism, the " From a point somewhere near, in the direction of the pursuing enemy, rose the clear, deliberate sing-song of Captain Armisted. "Stead-y, men stead-y. Halt! Com-mence fir-ing."