4/17 The frog-men strove against them, clubbing, spearing, tearing them. But even those worst smitten seemed not to fall. On they pushed, driving forward, irresistible--a battering ram of flesh and bone. They clove the masses of the _Akka_, pressing them to the sides of the bridge and over. Through the open gates they forced them--for there was no room for the frog-men to stand against that implacable tide. |