The fire in front had increased somewhat, although at no time was it violent.

Occasional shots from his own side replied.

The clouds that had drifted away were now drifting back, and he believed that darkness alone would soon end the combat.
Then he saw a bush only a dozen yards in his front move a little, and a face peered through its branches.

There was yet enough light for him to see that the face was youthful, eager and handsome.

It was familiar, too, and then with a shock he remembered.