Masses of moving figures became dimly visible, through the mist.

And now, stabs of fire pierced the confusion and clamorous night.
Gabriel jerked up his revolver, as he ran, the terrible weapon shooting bullets charged with hydrocyanic-acid gas.
A man rose before him, shouting.
Gabriel levelled the weapon; but a glimpse of red ribbon in the other's coat brought it down again.
"Comrade!" cried he.

"Where's the attack ?" The other pointed.
"Gabriel! Is that you ?" he gasped, staring.
"Yes! I fell--machine smashed--come on!" "Hurt ?" "No! Arm, maybe.

No matter! God! What's this ?" Toward them a sudden swirl of men came sweeping, stumbling, shouting, in pandemonium.
"Our men!" cried Gabriel, starting forward again.

"We're being driven! Rally, here! Rally!" Beyond, a louder crackling sounded.