\"An’sohelpme——Jorthletthemburytheirdaid！\"
ThefactseemedtohavebeenmonstrouslystrangetoGastonIsbel。
Whenthewomenenteredtheoldmansaid，brokenly:\"I’mshoreglad……An’IreckonIwaswrongtoopposeyou……an’wrongtosaywhatIdidabootJorth。\"
NoonehadanychancetoreplytoIsbel，fortheJorthgang，asiftomakeupforlosttimeandsurchargedfeelingsofshame，renewedtheattackwithsuchapersistentandfuriousvolleyingthatthedefendersdidnotriskareturnshot。Theyallhadtolieflatnexttothelowestloginordertokeepfrombeinghit。Bulletsrainedinthroughthewindow。Andalltheclaybetweenthelogslowdownwasshotaway。Thisfusilladelastedformorethananhour，thengraduallythefirediminishedononesideandthenontheotheruntilitbecamedesultoryandfinallyceased。
\"Ahuh！Shorethey’veshottheirbolt，\"declaredGastonIsbel。