Had Tayoga's Manitou opened the future to him for a moment?
Then the memory was gone and the terrific drama of the present claimed his whole mind.
The red lines were not stopped.

In the face of awful losses they were still coming.

They were among the trees where the men were entangled with the boughs or ran upon the wooden spikes.

Often they tripped and fell, but rising they returned to the charge, offering their breasts to the deadly storm that never diminished for an instant.
Robert walked back and forth in his little space.

Every nerve was on edge.