A roar of rifles from the front of the store told Jean that his comrades had entered the fray.

Bullets zipped through the door he had broken.

Jean ran swiftly round the corner, taking care to sheer off a little to the left, and when he got clear of the building he saw a line of flashes in the middle of the road.

Blaisdell and the others were firing into the door of the store.
With nimble fingers Jean reloaded his rifle.

Then swiftly he ran across the road and down to get behind his comrades.