Harry shuddered.

All his friends might have perished in that whirlwind of death.

He soon learned that they had suffered greatly, but that those who were left were lying on the grass of what had been a lawn.
He found the lawn quickly and saw dark figures strewed about upon the ground.

They were so still and silent that they looked like the dead, but Harry knew that it was the stupor of exhaustion.

As they were inside the lines and needing no watch, there was no sentinel.
Harry stepped over the low fence and looked again at the figures.
The moonlight silvered them and they did not stir.