Marta looked toward the rising ground this side of the knoll in time to see bayonets flash in the waning afternoon sunlight and disappear as they descended the slope.
"There! They're up on the other slope without stopping!" exclaimed the general. "Quick! Don't you want to see?" He offered his glasses to Marta.
"No, I can see well enough," she murmured, though the landscape was moving before her eyes in giddy waves.
"The madness of it! The whole slope is peppered with the fallen!"
"What a cost! Magnificent, but not war. Carrying their flag in the good old way, right at the front!"
"Heavens! I hope they do it!"
"The flag's down!"
"Another man has it—it's up!"
"Now—now—splendid! They're in!"
"So they are! And the flag, too!"