, and
unsoldierlike proceedings as those witnessed today destroy all
order, and make it impossible for a commander to form any
disposition for an attack, and put it out of the General's power to
execute his plans. The death of those five hundred brave men who
lie on the strand yonder is due, in the main, to your rashness and
insubordination."

The men were shamefaced and contrite. They recognized their error,
and were the more grieved inasmuch as they saw how the check had
affected their brave young General. They heard, too, that the
French were full of triumphant rejoicings; that they declared this
repulse to be the end of the English attempt upon Quebec. They
looked upon the game as already in their hands; and although the
English were fond of declaring that but for the storm they would
yet have won the heights, and with the aid of their other
contingent have routed the French gunners and got a footing there,
they knew that, as facts were now, they had rather suffered than
benefited by the action, for it had put fresh hope into the hearts
of their foes; and it was possible that the disappointment had
something to do with the access of violent illness and suffering
which at this juncture prostrated their General.

Wolfe was indeed dangerously ill. He had long been putting the
strongest pressure upon himself, and Julian had been struck upon
the day of the assault with the look of suffering upon his worn
face. He kept up during the next few days, but looked so ghastly
that his friends were deeply concerned; and Julian, together with
Fritz and Humphrey, scoured the neighbourhood in order to find a
place of greater comfort where their commander could lie. Presently
they came upon a little farmhouse near to the camp at Montmorency,
sheltered from the wind, and pleasantly situated. It had been
deserted by its occupants, who had, however, left behind furniture
enough to enable them to get one room at least fit for the
habitation of the sufferer. And none too soon.

That very day Wolfe, after trying to make a survey of the lines,
was found in his tent half fainting with pain. He looked up at
Julian with heavy eyes, and stretching out his hand to him, he
said:

"I fear me I shall never live to enter Quebec. I have fought till I
can fight no more. Take me somewhere that I can rest. I can do no
more--yet."

They took him to the little farmhouse, and laid him upon the bed
they had prepared. The doctors came, and looked gr