They would certainly be masked in some adroit fashion.
The roaring also grew on their right and left.

That must be the French cannon, and soon they would be beyond the French lines.

His bitterness increased.

Nothing could be more galling than to be carried in this manner through one's own forces and into the camp of the enemy.

And there was Julie, sitting quiet and pale, apparently without fear.
He reckoned that they rode at least three miles in the gorge.