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wave after

wave, and

at last

checking

the fifth

and

"master"

wave

almost at

the very

brink of

the

Franco-American

parapet.

"That's

how they

do!" Mahan

pantingly

explained

to a

rather

shaky

newcomer,

as the

last wave

fell back.

"They

count on

numbers

and

bullrushes

to get

them

there. If

they'd had

ten

thousand

men, in

that rush,

instead of

five

thousand,

they'd

have got

us. And if

they had

twice as

many men

in their

whole army