Flashes of shot gleamed in the darkness.

This was the last French attack and was met by soldiers who had sheltered in the village houses.

They all rushed out of the village again, but Tushin's guns could not move, and the artillerymen, Tushin, and the cadet exchanged silent glances as they awaited their fate.

The firing died down and soldiers, talking eagerly, streamed out of a side street.