The flag suddenly sank down as if dying.

Its motion as it fell was a gesture of despair.
Wild yells came from behind the walls of smoke.

A sketch in gray and red dissolved into a moblike body of men who galloped like wild horses.
The veteran regiments on the right and left of the 304th immediately began to jeer.

With the passionate song of the bullets and the banshee shrieks of shells were mingled loud catcalls and bits of facetious advice concerning places of safety.
But the new regiment was breathless with horror.

"Gawd! Saunders's got crushed!" whispered the man at the youth's elbow.