and quick as that , they 're regrouping and mr morgan is riding his horse forward , leading all the men now , and more rifles are getting fired and tho more arrows and white flashes are coming from the spackle and more soldiers are falling , spackle are falling , too , their clay armour cracking and exploding , falling under the feet of other spackle marching behind 'em- but they keep coming- `` we 're outnumbered , '' i say to the mayor .