She never finished the sentence. The storm broke instead.As the crushed Lieutenant-Colonel was leaving the office, Shorty lounged up, and said:
Director
Dawn was beginning to color the sky, very slightly. That was good: in daylight he might be able to see the ships. He would fire the beam and see the ships die. That was good, though he hardly knew why: he knew only that it pleased him. He watched the dawn out of a corner of one eye.The boy could scarcely wait for the cooling, and his swimming eyes expressed a gratitude that no words could convey."It seems complex," Norma said.Suddenly the Provost looked over those in front of him, and fixing his eye on the Deacon, called out:From away beyond the green and yellow waves of hills came the crash of the reopened battle. The ripping noise of regiments firing by volley was hoarsely punctuated by the deep boom of the field-pieces.