There seemed to be mobs all about them.
The greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the turmoil, acted as if stunned.

They accepted the pelting of the bullets with bowed and weary heads.

It was of no purpose to strive against walls.

It was of no use to batter themselves against granite.

And from this consciousness that they had attempted to conquer an unconquerable thing there seemed to arise a feeling that they had been betrayed.