The youth turned his head, shaken from his trance by this movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind.

He saw the few fleeting forms.
He yelled then with fright and swung about.

For a moment, in the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken.

He lost the direction of safety.

Destruction threatened him from all points.
Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.