The Underdogs, a Story of the Mexican Revolution by Mariano Azuela
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truth, yes, sir, to tell you God's truth, there's a lot of
them, a whole lot of 'em." Luis Cervantes turned around to stare at Demetrio, who feigned momentary deafness. They were soon in the city square. A loud volley of rifle shots rang out, deafening them. Demetrio's horse reared, staggered on its hind legs, bent its forelegs, and fell to the ground, kicking. The Owl uttered a piercing cry and fell from his horse which rushed madly to the center of the square. Another volley: the guide threw up his arms and fell on his back without a sound. With all haste, Anastasio Montanez helped Demetrio up behind him on his horse; the others retreated, seek- ing shelter along the walls of the houses. "Hey, men," said a workman sticking his head out of a large door, "go for 'em through the back of the chapel. They're all in there. Cut back through this street, then turn to the left; you'll reach an alley. Keep on going ahead until you hit the chapel." As he spoke a fresh volley of pistol shots, directed from the neighboring roofs, fell like a rain about them. |
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