No words being said, he resumed his dignified pacing.
"There's too much chin music an' too little fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning his head for a final remark.
The day had grown more white, until the sun shed his full radiance upon the thronged forest.

A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward that part of the line where lay the youth's regiment.

The front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely.

There was a wait.

In this part of the field there passed slowly the intense moments that precede the tempest.
A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.