The greater part of the untested men appeared quiet and absorbed.

They were going to look at war, the red animal--war, the blood-swollen god.

And they were deeply engrossed in this march.
As he looked the youth gripped his outcry at his throat.

He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear they would laugh at his warning.

They would jeer him, and, if practicable, pelt him with missiles.