The Toltecs broke and scattered--some of them.

Three or four of them couldn't after the boys began to shoot.

Soon as the Toltecs broke away a little, Nebraska and Taylor made for where we stood.

I saw them coming and told the girl to lead us.

The three of us--the girl, Taggart, and me--got to the bridge, which was a light, flimsy, narrow affair made of two long, straight saplings lashed together with vines, with a couple of strips of bark for a bottom--and crossed it.