“Nothing's to be done. We're under! We're beat!»
I made him no answer. I sat staring before me, trying in vain to devise some countervailing thought.
«This isn't a war,» said the artilleryman. «It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.»
Suddenly I recalled the night in the observatory.
«After the tenth shot they fired no more—at least, until the first cylinder came.»
«How do you know?» said the artilleryman. I explained.”