not a little. His man had him by the arm and the hip, while the young captain held fast to the other's windpipe. Soon each was well-nigh exhausted, yet Ben felt by no means like giving in.
It was Leary who came to the rescue, with a blow from his rifle butt which all but killed the Filipino, coming as it did straight on the enemy's left temple. The grip relaxed, and Ben staggered up, panting heavily and with the blood from his wounded cheek in his eyes.
When the smoke cleared away, it was found that two of the enemy were dead and the others placed hors-de-combat. Stummer was senseless, with a nasty cut in his shoulder, and Dan Casey was grating his teeth to keep himself from screaming with pain over an arm that was out of joint. The Irish volunteer was cared for by two of his friends, who pulled the joint into place once more, and then honest Dan fainted from exhaustion.
The two battalions were now on every side of the church, having come in as closely as the protection of the walls and brushwood allowed. The outer door to the shed was opened, and into the narrow building poured the balance of Ben's command. From the inner door could be caught a view of
