As he looked down between the eddies of smoke into that slaughterous pit, it was like looking from the verge of a cataract down into the yeasty pool at its base.

Watching, his chance, he dropped one grenade with such faultless precision, that, striking its mark, an explosion rent the Serapis like a volcano.

The long row of heaped cartridges was ignited.

The fire ran horizontally, like an express on a railway.

More than twenty men were instantly killed: nearly forty wounded.