shower of snowballs. The Blues could not withstand this fire, and broke and ran.
"Hurrah! the victory is ours!" yelled several of the Reds.
"Let us clinch it, and make 'em cry for mercy!" shouted one of the victorious army, and forward he went, and nearly all of the others after him.
"Be careful!" cried Dave. "There are a lot of holes around here! Somebody may break a leg."
His voice was drowned by the shouts of those who had won, and over the ridge and towards the hollow poured the victors and vanquished—the latter trying to dodge the fresh shower of snowballs.
"It's all over—let up!" yelled one boy of the Army of Blue. "Let up, can't you?"
"One last shower, fellows!" cried Roger. "Now then, all together!"
The snowballs were delivered, and then came a pause, as all realized that the battle was at an end. Then, from the far end of the hollow, came an unexpected yell:
"Help! help! I am down in a hole and can't get out! Help!"
