Pull your guns an' take to cover!" "They ain't comin' in," was the hoarse reply.

"They'll shoot in on us from the dark." "Put out the lamp!" yelled another.
Jean's third heavy swing caved in part of the upper half of the door.
Shouts and curses intermingled with the sliding of benches across the floor and the hard shuffle of boots.

This confusion seemed to be split and silenced by a piercing yell, of different caliber, of terrible meaning.

It stayed Jean's swing--caused him to drop the ax and snatch up his rifle.
"DON'T ANYBODY MOVE!" Like a steel whip this voice cut the silence.

It belonged to Blue.
Jean swiftly bent to put his eye to a crack in the door.