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"We have twenty men to the nine we saw in that house," Dave smiled.
"Surely they will not endeavor to attack us."
"Cosetta, the bandit, was he to whom you spoke in the house,"
replied John Carmody. "He has but a few men in the house, but there are twenty or thirty more sleeping in the stables behind the house. Altogether, unless he has sent some away, he must have more than sixty men hereabouts."
"Then we must go on the double quick to our boat," returned Darrin.
"Hicks," he called down the straggling line, which was now just outside the grounds and headed toward the mill, "keep the whole party moving as rapidly as possible."
Yet Darrin was not afraid for himself, for he halted while the party hastened forward, scanning the darkness to his rear. Seeing the ensign standing there alone, Riley and half a dozen sailors came running back.
"I'm afraid you're headed the wrong way, Riley," smiled Dave.
"I hear there is a large force behind us, and we must embark as rapidly as possible."
"It won't take us long to tumble into the launch, sir," the c.o.xswain replied, doggedly, "but we won't leave our officer behind. We couldn't think of doing it."
"Not even under orders?" Darrin inquired.
"We'd hate to disobey orders, sir," Riley mumbled, looking rather abashed, "but-----"
"Hark!" called Dave, holding up a hand.
Back of the flowering hedge he heard the swift patter of bare feet.
Out of the darkness came a flash of a pistol shot. It was answered instantly by a ragged but cras.h.i.+ng volley.
Long tongues of flame spat out into the night. The air was full of whistling bullets.
Pseu! pss-seu! pss-seu! Sang the steel-jacketed bullets about the ears of the Americans.
Then the sailor nearest Ensign Dave Darrin fell to the ground with a stifled gasp.
CHAPTER VIII
DISOBEDIENCE OF ORDERS
Outnumbered, the Americans did not falter.
Save for Hicks, the guide, and the wounded man, the sailors threw themselves automatically to one knee, bringing their rifles to "ready."
For a moment Ensign Darrin felt sick at heart. He was under orders not to fire, to employ no armed force in a way that might be construed as an act of war in the country of another nation.
Yet here were his men being fired upon, one already wounded, and American women and children in danger of losing their lives.
Perhaps it was against orders, as given, but the real military commander is sometimes justified in disregarding orders.
At the first sound of shots all of the sailors, except Hicks, came running back, crouching close to earth. As soon as they reached the thin little line the men knelt and waited breathlessly.
Dave's resolution was instantly taken. Though he might hang for his disobedience of orders, he would not tamely submit to seeing his men shot down ruthlessly.
Still less would he permit American women and children to be endangered.
Orders, or no orders---
"Ready, men!" he shouted, above the sharp reports of the Cosetta rifle fire. "Aim low at the hedge! Fire at will!"
Cr-r-r-rack! rang out the American Navy rifles.
Filled with the fighting enthusiasm of the moment, Darrin drew his automatic revolver, firing ten shots swiftly at different points along the hedge.
From behind that screen came cries of pain, for the Mexican is an excitable individual, who does not take his wounds with the calmness evinced by an American.
Another American sailor had dropped. John Carmody, who had remained with the defending party, s.n.a.t.c.hed up one of the rifles. Standing, he rushed in a magazine full of bullets, then bent to help himself to more from the belt of the rifle's former carrier.
Fitting his revolver with a fresh load of cartridges, Dave held his fire for any emergency that might arise.
A marine dashed up, nearly out of breath.
"Sir," panted the marine, "Corporal Ross wants to know if you want to order the Colt gun and the marines up here."
"No," Dave decided instantly. "Help one of our wounded men back to the launch and tell Corporal Ross to remain where he is. Is the Colt loaded and ash.o.r.e?"
"Yes, sir; ready for instant action."
"Did Hicks get the women and children to the launch?"
"No sir; he has hidden them behind the lower end of the sugar mill. The air is too full of bullets to expose the women to them."
"Good for Hicks! Tell him I said so. He is to remain where he is until either the Mexicans' fire ceases or he receives different orders from me."
"Very good, sir."
Stooping, the marine picked up the worse injured of the two wounded sailors and swiftly bore him away in his arms.
"Cease firing!" shouted Darrin, running along his valiant little line of sailors. "Load your magazines and let the rifles cool until the Mexicans start up again."
For, with the exception of a shot here and there from behind the hedge, the destructive fire had ceased.
"We must have hit a few of them," chuckled Darrin to John Carmody, who stood beside him.
"I hope you killed them all," replied the planter. "They're brutes, when they have their own way."
"Riley!"
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Pa.s.s the word to the men and we'll slip back. I don't like the silence behind the hedge. I suspect that the men have been withdrawn and that we are to be flanked below the sugar mill. Tell the men to fall back by rushes, not returning any fire unless ordered."