It dripped on wounded and on dead.

Wild howls of anguish pierced the tumult.

In the minute of confusion, the door boomed shut.

Bohannan dropped a heavy teakwood bar into staples of bronze.
"God!" he panted, his right eye misted with blood from a jagged cut on the brow.

Shrieks of rage, from without, were answered by jeers and shouts of exultation from the Legionaries.
"_Nom de Dieu!_" gasped Leclair.