Our stretchers were soon full.
We were about to turn back when suddenly the road behind us was filled with shadows.

As we came out of the churchyard an officer stepped forward to meet us.

We saluted and shook hands.

He seemed a boy, but stood in front of his men with an air as though he commanded the whole of this world of ghosts.
"What are you doing here ?" he asked.
We explained.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, you'd better make haste.

An attack very shortly ...