and then there 's another blast of the spackle horn , so loud you can almost see the sound , bending the air , twisting it , and there 's a new note to it- a note of victory- we spin round- the line of soldiers has broken- mr morgan has fallen under the feet of a horned creacher- spackle are pouring down the hill now- pouring onto the battlefield from all direkshuns- cutting thru the men who still fight- pouring like a wave straight at me and the mayor- `` ready yourself ! ''