The big white tent on the further side of the yard, the tent that had, that very morning, been full of wounded, was gone.

The lines of wagons, horses and tents that had filled the field across the road were gone.

No voices came from the house--somewhere a door banged persistently--other sound there was none.
The sanitars then surrounded him, speaking all together, waving their arms, their faces white under the moon, their eyes large and frightened like the eyes of little children.

He tried to push their babel off from him.

He could not understand....