The rest had fallen.

Further back was Sergeant Whitley, his head in a red bandage, but all his faculties returned.
In this dire emergency he was taking upon himself the duties of a commissioned officer, and there was none to disobey him.

Once more was the wise veteran showing himself a very bulwark of strength.
Despite the coolness of the night, they had all suffered on the second day of the battle from a burning thirst.

And now after their immense exertions it grew fiercer than ever.

Dick's throat and mouth were parched, and he felt as if he were breathing fire.