moke; and then?

The smoke rolled slowly away, and as the pall lifted, a wild,
ringing cheer broke from the English ranks, mingled with the yell
of the Highlanders beyond. The ground was covered with dead and
wounded; the ranks of the oncoming foe were shattered and broken.
The Canadians had turned, and were flying hither and thither, only
caring to escape the terrible fire, which in open country they
could never stand. In a few more seconds, as soon as the regulars
saw that the red-coats were preparing to charge, they too flung
down their muskets and joined the rout.

"Charge them, men, charge them!"

Wolfe's voice rang like a clarion note over the field. He placed
himself at the head of one of the columns. Julian and Humphrey were
on either side of him. The yell of the Highlanders was in their
ears, and the huzzah of the English soldiers, as they dashed upon
the retreating foe.

Their line had been a little broken here by the fire of the foe,
and still from ambushed sharpshooters hidden upon the plain a more
or less deadly fire was kept up. Wolfe led where the danger was
greatest and the firing most galling and persistent.

"Dislodge those men!" was the order which had just passed his lips,
when Julian noticed that he seemed to pause and stagger for a
moment.

"You are hurt!" he exclaimed anxiously, springing to his side; but
Wolfe kept steadily on his way, wrapping his handkerchief round his
wrist the while. The blood was welling from it. Julian insisted
upon tying the bandage, finding that the wrist was shattered.

"You are wounded--you will surely go back!" he said anxiously; but
Wolfe seemed scarcely to hear.

The next moment he was off again with his men, directing their
movements with all his accustomed skill and acumen. Once again he
staggered. Julian dashed to his side; but he spoke no word. If he
would but think of himself! But no; his soul was in the battle. He
had no care save for the issue of the day.

A sudden volley seemed to open upon them from a little unseen dip
in the ground, masked by thick underwood. Julian felt a bullet whiz
so near to his ear that the skin was grazed and the hair singed.
For a moment he was dizzy with the deafening sound. Then a low cry
from Humphrey reached him.

"The General! the General!" he said.

Julian dashed his hand across his eyes and looked. Wolfe was
sitting upon the ground. He was still gazing earnestly at the
battle rushing onward, but there had come