1 He lost the direction of safety.
2 His incoherent questions were lost.
3 If the army had gone gloriously on he would be lost.
4 Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily.
5 The despair of the lost was in his eyes as he glanced back at them.
6 For a moment his face lost its valor and he looked guiltily about him.
7 He suddenly lost concern for himself, and forgot to look at a menacing fate.
8 He became like the man who lost his legs at the approach of the red and green monster.
9 It was during this rapid march that the regiment lost many of the marks of a new command.
10 The flag was sometimes eaten and lost in this mass of vapor, but more often it projected, sun-touched, resplendent.
11 But the throng had surged in all ways, until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
12 In the clouded haze men became panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost its path, and was proceeding in a perilous direction.
13 When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
14 He told himself that, despite his unprecedented suffering, he had never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apologetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable things for him.