At halts of only ten minutes, they sink down.

"There's no time to sleep!" "No matter," they say, and they go to sleep as happy people do.
* * * * * * Suddenly we learned that nothing was going to happen! It was all over for us, and we were going to return to the rest-camp.

We said it over again to ourselves.

And one evening they said, "We're returning," although they did not know, as they went on straight before them, whether they were going forward or backward.
In the plaster-kiln which we are marching past there is a bit of candle, and sunk underneath its feeble illumination there are four men.
Nearer, one sees that it is a soldier, guarding three prisoners.

The sight of these enemy soldiers in greenish and red rags gives us an impression of power, of victory.