They were not effusive, these men of the Strangers, but their feelings were strong.

When the automobile in its turn passed them again and resumed its place at the head of the column, they seemed to take no notice.
No more shells passed over John's head.

He knew that General Vaugirard had sent back word for the batteries to cease firing in that direction, but both to south and north of them the sullen thunder went on.

The night remained light, adorned rather than obscured by the little white clouds floating against the sky.

The only sound that John could hear was the great hum and murmur of a moving army, a sound in which the puffing of automobiles had introduced a new element.