The manly voice again interrupted the artillery officer.
A battery of artillery was passing in front of the regiment.
He at once assembled his forces, 12,000 strong, with some pieces of artillery and marched into India.
Prince Andrew glanced again at the artillery officer's small figure.
When the warmer days come, they who dwell near the river hear the ice crack at night with a startling whoop as loud as artillery, as if its icy fetters were rent from end to end, and within a few days see it rapidly going out.