The drums roll away and are replaced by empty ones.

Only once more the drums rolled, and that summons held them.

Once more the drums rolled, and the lancers moved up to the stone wall at the bottom of the hill.

The die was cast, the flag unfurled, the drums rolled.

At that moment the drums suddenly rolled, and the clarions filled the air with their inspiring notes.

Still the drums rolled, acknowledging and then passing on the dire tidings.

When the winning color came up, drums rolled and the flag of that color was unfurled.

Suddenly the trumpets blared a great fanfare and the drums rolled.

As the drums rolled again, it became clear that he was not to be allowed any final statement, either - nor had he expected that.

Then the drums rolled loudly, and were silent.