From across the river the red eyes were still peering.

In the eastern sky there was a yellow patch like a rug laid for the feet of the coming sun; and against it, black and patternlike, loomed the gigantic figure of the colonel on a gigantic horse.
From off in the darkness came the trampling of feet.

The youth could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters.

The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time.

The youth grew impatient.