Notawordwassaid。
Theshallowerenthusiasmthatexpressesitselfinoathsandshoutshadgivenwaytothedeep,voicelessrageofmeninadeathgrapple。TheRebellinewasarollingtorrentofflame,theirbulletsshriekedangrilyastheyflewpast,theystruckthesnowinfrontofus,andthrewitscoldflakesinfacesthatwerewhitewiththefiresofconsuminghate;
theyburiedthemselveswithadullthudinthequiveringbodiesoftheenragedcombatants。
Minutespassed;theyseemedhours。
Wouldthevillains,scoundrels,hell—hounds,sonsofvipersnevergo？