He also saw French infantry soldiers who were seizing the artillery horses and turning the guns round.

Prince Andrew and the battalion were already within twenty paces of the cannon.

He heard the whistle of bullets above him unceasingly and to right and left of him soldiers continually groaned and dropped.

But he did not look at them: he looked only at what was going on in front of him--at the battery.

He now saw clearly the figure of a red-haired gunner with his shako knocked awry, pulling one end of a mop while a French soldier tugged at the other.