Cortland stood holding his watch close to his face. As soon as he could read the time he turned to whisper:
"Now, Overton, lead us up to the exact spot from which you had your interview with the fellow Branders."
"Shall the men load, sir?" whispered Sergeant Hupner.
"Yes; full magazines."
As silently as possible the men of the little searching party slipped back the bolts of their pieces and loaded.
"Go ahead, Overton," whispered Captain Cortland.
Just behind Soldier Hal stepped the company commander himself, watching every footstep in order not to step on any loose stone that might sound a premature alarm.
Yet one man among them slipped and made a noise. It was trifling, but almost instantly a whistle sounded ahead.
Without even thinking to wait for orders Hal returned the whistle.
"That you, Tip?" called the voice of an invisible man. "Good for you, lad. We thought you was a goner."
Hal did not answer further, for Captain Cortland broke in:
"Rush "em, men! We"ve got "em."
"Ho! The blazes you have!" sounded a rough voice ahead. "Come on, boys--it"s the sojers! Give it to "em!"
Almost in an instant the crevices between the rocks ahead were full of red flashes.
Bullets sped, struck rocks with spiteful thuds and flattened out before bounding into the air again.
"Lie down, men!" shouted Captain Cortland. "Give it to the rascals as long as they shoot at us."
All in a moment this rock-strewn spot had become a bedlam of discharging firearms.
Two regulars were hit before they could find cover from which to fire.
These men, however, made no outcry, but, finding themselves unable to handle their rifles, lay quietly where they had fallen until the time came for them to have attention.
Though he had sharply ordered his men to lie down, Captain Cortland did nothing of the sort himself. Instead, with his revolver drawn, he stood up, peering ahead and trying to get sight of the scoundrels beyond.
Bullets flew all about the captain, many of them pa.s.sing his head. But he stood there calmly until he caught just the opportunity for which he had waited.
Then his pistol spoke, and a groan beyond showed that he had been a successful marksman.
"Squad, rise!" shot out the commander"s order. "Charge!"
Crouching low, the soldiers sprang suddenly forward.
"Halt! Lie down," continued Cortland. He had gained sixty feet by his rush without loss of a man. "Fire only when you see something to shoot at. Commence firing at will."
Now the firing slackened, though it was not less deadly. Even the scoundrels ahead slowed down their fire, as though they found their weapons becoming hot.
Captain Cortland was in no hurry. He meant to have the scoundrels, dead or alive, but he did not intend to risk his own men needlessly. The army officer knew it was now only a question of time. Nor did he fear running out of ammunition, for the greater part of his small command was not yet in action, but posted beyond.
The daylight grew stronger; then the upper rim of the sun peeped over the horizon, sending its rays into the sky.
"Cease firing," commanded Cortland at last. Then he called over the rocks.
"Are you fellows ready to surrender to United States forces?"
"Not until we"re all dead," came the taunting reply.
"Then we"ll try to accommodate you by killing you with as little delay as possible," called back the captain. Then, to his own little force he added:
"Men, advance as you see opportunity. Fire whenever you see anything to aim at."
Steadily the regulars crawled forward, a foot or a yard at a time.
As they moved they tried, Indian fashion, to find new cover behind rocks over which they could aim and fire.
Hal and Noll, not ten feet apart, occasionally glanced at each other after firing.
Both young rookies were thoroughly enjoying this actual taste of fighting life.
It was not many minutes before the advancing handful of soldiers were within seventy or eighty feet of the rocks that sheltered the rascals.
Then suddenly they saw three crouching figures begin to retreat among the rocks.
With a cheer the attacking force went forward, crouching.
But just then three rifles from out beyond spoke, and bullets whistled past the scoundrels from a new quarter.
"Great smoke, boys!" bellowed one of the fugitives hoa.r.s.ely. "The sojers have us hemmed in on all sides."
"Yes, we have," shouted Captain Cortland. "Do you want to surrender?"
"Make your men stop shooting or moving, and give us two minutes to think."
"We"ll keep on advancing and firing until we have your surrender,"
retorted Captain Cortland grimly. "Whenever you want to surrender tell me so and raise your hands high in the air."
"Wait a min----"
"Keep on firing, men," called Captain Cortland.
"Hold on! We give in, Cap."
"Cease firing, men," called the commander of B Company. "Now you fellows jump up and show yourselves with your hands reaching for the sky."
Three rough-looking figures clambered up on rocks, holding their empty hands as high as they could get them. One of them had his neck bound, and there was blood on his clothing. This was the first man whom Hal had wounded back of Captain Ruggles"s quarters at the beginning of the fray.