He was no longer afraid of shells, any more than he was afraid of a veld thunderstorm.

But he was wondering very hard how he should ever get to the Russians.

The Turks were behind him now, but there was the biggest danger in front.
Then the artillery ceased.

It was so sudden that he thought he had gone deaf, and could hardly realize the blessed relief of it.

The wind, too, seemed to have fallen, or perhaps he was sheltered by the lee of the hill.