The invulnerable dead man forced a way for himself.

The youth looked keenly at the ashen face.

The wind raised the tawny beard.

It moved as if a hand were stroking it.

He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.
During the march the ardor which the youth had acquired when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.