He stopped then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke.

He caught changing views of the ground covered with men who were all running like pursued imps, and yelling.
To the youth it was an onslaught of redoubtable dragons.

He became like the man who lost his legs at the approach of the red and green monster.

He waited in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude.

He seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
A man near him who up to this time had been working feverishly at his rifle suddenly stopped and ran with howls.