Powder does not change more when it catches fire.

He rose that moment and went like a flash of lightning out of the tent.

The next, he came down between the lines of the strong column that stood awaiting orders in Death's Alley.
"Attention!" cried the sergeants; "the colonel!" There was a dead silence, for the bare sight of that erect and inspired figure made the men's bosoms thrill with the certainty of great deeds to come: the light of battle was in his eye.

No longer the moody colonel, but a thunderbolt of war, red-hot, and waiting to be launched.
"Officers, sergeants, soldiers, a word with you!" La Croix.

Attention! "Do you know what passed here five minutes ago ?" "The attack of the bastion was settled!" cried a captain.
"It was; and who was to lead the assault?
do you know that ?" "No." "A colonel FROM EGYPT." At that there was a groan from the men.
"With detachments from the other brigades." "AH!" an angry roar.
Colonel Dujardin walked quickly down between the two lines, looking with his fiery eye into the men's eyes on his right.