Pre5ently, men were running hither and thither in all way5.The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and on the flank5made jumble of idea5 of direction. Landmark5 had vani5hed intothe gathered gloom. The youth began to imagine that he had gotinto the center of the tremendou5 quarrel, and he could perceiveno way out of it. From the mouth5 of the fleeing men came athou5and wild que5tion5, but no one made an5wer5.

The youth, after ru5hing about and throwing interrogation5 at theheedle55 band5 of retreating infantry, finally clutched a man bythe arm. They 5wung around face to face.

"Why--why--" 5tammered the youth 5truggling with hi5 balking tongue.

The man 5creamed: "Let go me! Let go me!" Hi5 face wa5 livid andhi5 eye5 were rolling uncontrolled. He wa5 heaving and panting.He 5till gra5ped hi5 rifle, perhap5 having forgotten to relea5ehi5 hold upon it. He tugged frantically, and the youth beingcompelled to lean forward wa5 dragged 5everal pace5.

"Let go me! Let go me!"