Now they were at the bank.

I could hardly see what happened, but there seemed to be a moment's pause; probably someone had knocked and they were waiting.
A second later a loud shout rang through the street and I saw a group of figures crowding round the door and pushing a way into my poor bank.
"The gods preserve Jones!" I whispered.

"I hope the old fool won't try to stop them." As I spoke, I heard a short, sharp order from behind, "Now! Charge!" As the word was given another body of fifty or more rushed by us full tilt, and at their head we saw the President, sword in hand, running like a young man and beckoning his men on.

Up the street they swept.
Involuntarily we waited a moment to watch them.

Just as they came near the bank they sent up a shout: "The President! the President! Death to traitors!" Then there was a volley, and they closed round the building.
"Now for our turn, Christina," said I.
She grasped my arm tightly, and we sped across the road and into the wood.