It was hard work to land amongst the breakers, which were dashing into snowy surf along the beach; but perhaps the surf hid them from their enemies a little, for they were not hindered by any storm of shot or shell.

They landed on the beach, formed into a compact body, and headed by Major Scott and some bold Highland soldiers, they dashed up the slope towards the battery.
But now they were in the midst of a hail of bullets.

It seemed to Humphrey as though hell's mouth had opened.

But there was no thought of fear in his heart.

The battle fury had come upon him.