"No chance to defend this position.
They'll be in, directly.

There are thousands of them in reserve! Away from here!" "Where the devil _to_ ?" demanded the major, defiantly.

"Hang to it--give 'em blue Hell as they come through!" The Master seized and flung him back.
"If you're so keen on dying," he cried, "you can die right now, for insubordination! Back, away from here, you idiot!" The major obeyed.

The others followed.

Already the door was creaking, giving, as the Legionaries--now hardly more than a dozen in number--began the first steps of their retreat, that should rank in history with that of Xenophon's historic Ten Thousand.
The Greeks had all of God's outdoors for their maneuvers.