Few were over twenty-five.

Nearly all had mothers in America or Great Britain.
While they slept the guns yet grumbled at many points.

The sound on the horizon had gone on so long now that it seemed normal to John.

He knew that it would continue so throughout the night, and maybe for many more days and nights.

Unless it came near and made him a direct personal menace he would pay no attention to it.
It was growing late.