From all places near it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard.

The little flames of rifles leaped from it.

The song of the bullets was in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops.

One tumbled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and exploded in crimson fury.

There was an instant's spectacle of a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.