I heard no word of command, no shout of direction from either Farrell or Duval, yet we ripped them asunder with sweeping rifle butts, and, almost before I could catch a second breath, the few who remained on their feet were helplessly trapped.

Farrell saw it was all over, and his whistle sounded again, stilling the uproar.

Up to that moment he was beside me; with the echoing of the shrill blast he had disappeared.
It was Duval who emerged from the wreck of the train, demanding surrender.
"Who commands here ?" he shouted.

"Speak up quick." There was hesitancy, and then out of the black mass huddled against the bank I recognized Grant's voice.
"I suppose I do; has any one seen Captain Delavan ?" "He fell at the first fire, sir," answered some one huskily.
Grant stepped forth into the moonlight, bareheaded, his sword in hand.
"Then I am the senior officer," he announced, his voice shaking slightly.
"Who are you ?" "Camden minute men.

Do you surrender ?" He took a long breath, glancing about at the dark shadows.