d move to the south of the town.
Retracing his steps he moved rapidly up Sycamore Street, but as yet not fully appraised of the imminence of the danger.
As he had reached nearly half way a courier dashed down towards him with an urgent message.
The Captain turns swiftly in his saddle and gives command.
The men jump from the guns and whip up the horses—and now commences a race for the heights, which for rapid movement of guns has rarely been equalled.
The horses are strained to their utmost, but there is need of haste for the enemy this moment is standing on the inner threshold of the city.
He has stopped to water his horses at Lieutenant Run and to reconnoitre.
On with the guns!
They move so swiftly that the caissons may explode any moment, but what of that, every chance must be taken.
A lady attempts to cross in front of the flying battery.
The wrathful Captain roars out an anathema on womankind in general: If they don't get out of the way, ride over them, is his command