"I'll tell you what we will do," said Evelyn. "As the shooting moves toward the river, we will try to get out of here--I'll take my drawers off and put them on a pole like a flag of truce, and we will try and make it." "My God, what is that awful odor?" asked Pearl. "That's horse manure, mixed with blood, that splattered on the side of this building when the train hit those horses," explained Evelyn, as she was pulling off her underthings, putting them on the end of a yard stick she had found behind the deserted desk. "Will we run for it, or how shall we try it?" asked Mickey. "We'll ease out into the street, holding this flag up, then we will go up the middle of this street to the corner, and down that way to the bridge," said Evelyn. "Do you think they will shoot at us?" asked Pearl. "Possibly, but I'm willing to bet that the only ones that have been killed in the fighting are the ones there in the street, that were killed by the train." "You're right, there," said Mickey, as they moved toward the door. "Oh, God, what a horrible sight," said Pearl as she shivered and put her hand over her eyes. "Get hold of her, Mickey, she never saw anything like this before. I guess it is kind of a shock to her to see all these Cholos laying around here in pieces," exclaimed Evelyn, as she stepped over what had once been a man, but was now only mangled flesh. "If you don't want to look, you just keep your hand over your eyes, dear, and I'll keep hold of you until we get by this," said Mickey, softly, as she put her arm around Pearl, and helped her along. "Come on here," called Evelyn. They moved past the crossing, then into the center of the street--bullets whizzed overhead while toward the river there was a hot battle raging. On the American side the banks of the river were lined with people watching the fighting, as though it were a baseball game, oblivious of the bullets that fell all around them. As the fighting came nearer the river, two huge armored cars, with French 75's mounted, rolled near the International Bridge, muzzles lowering menacingly, toward Mexico. A scream came from down to the left of the bridge, as a mother grabbed up her little one in her arms, running toward the street. The child had been killed by a stray bullet. Phones began to buzz at Fort Bliss, saying that the bullets from the fighting were falling thick and fast on the American side, and that one had already found its mark. Five minutes passed--soon the screaming of a siren could be heard, coming toward the bridge was the large dark brown car with the American flag flying from the front, and it drew up at the foot of the bridge. General M---- stepped from the car, face red with fury. "Fire a warning from one of those 75's," commanded the General, as he walked toward the center of the bridge, as the voice of the 75 roared across the border. Firing on the Mexican side stopped immediately, as one of the Federals came running toward the gates on the bridge.