It was as if he had hit his fingers with a tack hammer at home.
He held the wounded member carefully away from his side so that the blood would not drip upon his trousers.
The captain of the company, tucking his sword under his arm, produced a handkerchief and began to bind with it the lieutenant's wound.

And they disputed as to how the binding should be done.
The battle flag in the distance jerked about madly.

It seemed to be struggling to free itself from an agony.

The billowing smoke was filled with horizontal flashes.
Men running swiftly emerged from it.

They grew in numbers until it was seen that the whole command was fleeing.