The captain threw him a strange look, in which contempt and reproach were mingled, then he drew out his watch, as if to note the last moment of his life, and with the cry "Forward!" disappeared in the evening light.

He did not reach the spot where the corpses lay thickest.

The factory went on spitting fire, and crashing everything down over the heap.

The shots, however, came more slowly, and pauses came between them.

A shriek was heard, not far distant.