His eyes ached and his throat was raw from smoke and the fumes of burned gunpowder.

But as he shook himself and stretched his muscles, he regained firmness of both mind and body.
"We didn't win much," he said to Dalton.
"Not to-day, but we will to-morrow.

Harry, wasn't it awful?
It looks to me down there like a pit of destruction." And Dalton described it truly.

The losses of the day before had been doubled.

Thirty thousand men on the two sides had now fallen, and there was another day to come.
Harry saw that the generals themselves were assailed by doubts and fears.