Wait, I will raise your head and then warm you; your hands are quite frozen." But the fusillade had begun afresh, this time on the left, in the olive plantations.

A dull sound of galloping cavalry rose from the plain.
At times there were loud cries, as of men being slaughtered.

And thick clouds of smoke were wafted along and hung about the elms on the esplanade.

Silvere for his part no longer heard or saw anything.

Pascal, who came running down in the direction of the plain, saw him stretched upon the ground, and hastened towards him, thinking he was wounded.