He looked at that rock with the death stare of a doomed man.

But he suspected Schwartz.
He went to Schwartz's knapsack, and there he found his cake of tallow.
He went to Schwartz and would have killed him had not soldiers interfered and pulled him off by main force.

His eyes blazed and looked like those of a tiger when he has just torn his victim limb from limb.

I would not have been in Schwartz's shoes for all the tallow in every beef in Virginia.

Captain Harsh made Schwartz carry that rock for two days to pacify Pfifer.
THE COURT-MARTIAL One incident came under my observation while in Virginia that made a deep impression on my mind.