i curse myself and turn her away from the main fight- but the soldiers are still coming , even as one and then another of 'em falls , here they come , now in two short rows , firing in unison- and spackle are dying in the gunfire , dropping to the ground- and the men move back- and mr o'hare 's come up next to me on his own horse , firing , too , in exact timing with the rest of 'em and i see a spackle coming outta the woods nearest us , raising a white stick right at mr o'hare and- get down !