We're enough to capture that usurper.

Let's go for her." And we went.
When we neared the crowd, the shorter yellow-leg, Mr.Burgan, said that he would go first; then his friend would come close behind him, while Rectus and I could push up after them.

By forming a line we could rush right through the crowd.

I thought I ought to go first, but Mr.Burgan said he was the stoutest, and could better stand the pressure if the crowd stood firm.
But the crowd didn't stand firm.

The moment we made our rush, and the people saw us, they scattered right and left, and we pushed right through, straight to the house.