text:  "Give him a cannon-ball!" shouted a young officer of artillery but lately released from the military college who was above all enraged at their want of success: "I would load the gun with my head so glad would I be to kill that bragger: it is not worth while to waste grape upon one man--grape--look out! a cannon-ball will reach the guilty!" So saying he screwed up the quoin and levelled the gun looking through the sight; and having exactly calculated the moment when the horseman would ride through the line of aim he stepped aside and ordered the fatal fire