The hunchback, his iron will unmoved by the imminent peril, answered in a perfectly even tone,
"None of the guns have moved."
Harsh and wild, the air overhead screamed like a living thing. Men dropped on every side. The road of flight was a shambles.
"Won't they even try to save the guns?" gasped the boy, battling with panic.
"Second round!" remarked the battery commander, as calmly as though on maneuvers.
"A man!" declared Croquier admiringly, under his breath.
"But everything's lost!" gasped Horace.
"Is it?" said the hunchback.
"In echelon!" came the order, followed by correction and range for each gun.
"Eight hundred and fifty!"