Part,  Chapter

1     I,      II|    The burning wreck, the flying cinders, the red mist around
2     I,     III| great flakes of fire were flying about everywhere, scorching
3    II,     III|  their heads and beaks in flying against the reflected rays
4    II,     XII|  Now, while the balls are flying about, is our chance! Give
5    II,     XII|  hellish projectiles were flying over our heads; but my experienced
6    II,    XIII|    and hastened after the flying troops. Upon a wooden bridge
7    II,    XIII| the hottest and the balls flying thickest? True, you have