The men in front faltered, looking about as they jogged.

The old man faltered forward, his eyes ablaze with fury.

The men neither fell nor faltered in their course.

The man faltered, looking from the papers to Tremane and back again.

A stream of dragonflies made for them at once, and the men faltered.

For tomorrow it is vital that the men who look into the eyes of death should not falter.

One shot took effect, but the man faltered only momentarily.

With luck, he and his men would not falter now either.

The man faltered, still uneasy, but definitely trying to hide it.

But if the men falter in any phase, they can be assigned to regular units.