One of the openings in the breastworks was near the spot; and the rabble in front of the cavalrymen pushed forward, and entered the intrenchments, thus making way for those behind them. But that was not the direction Deck and his command wished to go, and they resisted the mob as long as they could. "I think we shall have to use our cheese-knives," suggested Life, as they were crowded forward in the passage to the fort. "No, Life! That would be a terrible slaughter of unarmed men, and I will not do it," replied Deck. "I would rather be taken prisoner than murder these helpless and terrified people." "Threaten them with the pistols if they don't get out of the way," the sergeant proposed. "They are jamming us into the fort." "You might as well threaten them with the pistols if they don't fly away up into the air, for they can't move," returned the lieutenant. "This is not a battle; only a struggle for life on the part of the retreating enemy." Life said no more. The space between the platoon and the hill from which the infantry had retreated, and which Deck had attempted to flank, was full of men retreating from the grape of the artillery which had now opened upon them, full of struggling forms intent upon reaching the shelter of the breastworks. There was no passage there. "Leftenant, the rest of the squadron is formed near the hill, and they are draggin' in squads of prisoners," said Life Knox. "Are they using their sabres?" asked Deck. "No; they have sheathed them, and all they do is to shove 'em in like city policemen." "Neither the staff-officer nor my father would shoot or cut down unarmed and unresisting men; but perhaps they expect to capture the whole army at a later hour. I can't do what they will not do," added the lieutenant. "But"-- He did not say what he intended, for the cavalry company, which had forced its way into the midst of the crowd, began to drive their horses forward, the rabble behind them pressing on in that direction. The pressure was too great for the Riverlawns to withstand, and they were pushed forward in spite of their best efforts to hold their ground. "We might as well go with the tide, Life," said Deck hopelessly, as he gave way to the pressure. "No man can help hisself here," replied the sergeant. "We may as well make way for this rabble," added the lieutenant. "They will shove each other away from the entrance, and when the coast is clear we will take our chance of getting out of the fort."