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CHAPTER FORTY FOUR.

The Cossacks having divided, and gone in pursuit of the French, I
pointed out to Cross a hotel, and requested him to help me there. As we
crossed the square, strewed with the dead and wounded, we passed close
to General Moraud, who was breathing his last.

"See, Cross," said I, "there is retribution. He intended that we should
fall where he now lies."

The general recognised us, gave a heavy groan, and, turning on his back,
fell dead.

As soon as I gained the hotel, I was taken up into a room, and made as
comfortable as I could be until my wound could be dressed.

"We're well out of it this time, sir," said Cross.

"Yes, indeed, Bob; this has indeed been a miraculous preservation, and
we ought to thank Heaven for it."

"Why, Captain Keene, I thought just now you did not care whether you
lived or died."

"No more I did at that time, Cross; but when we are so wonderfully
preserved, we cannot think but that we are preserved for better things;
and as Providence has interfered, it points out to us that it is our
duty to live."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, sir. There's all the troops
coming back. What queer-looking chaps they are, with their long lances
and long beards!"

"Yes; they are Cossacks--Russian irregular cavalry."

"Irregular enough I don't doubt; but they spitted the French men nicely.
They look exactly what I thought the Pope of Rome was like."

"Cross, call the master of the hotel, and tell him to come here." When
the man came, I desired him to let the commander of the allied troops
know that an English captain was wounded, and required surgical
assistance. The master of the hotel went to the burgomaster, who was
one of those who had been ordered to be shot; and the burgomaster, who
was now in company with the Russian commander, made known what I
required. In about an hour a surgeon came, and my wound was dressed.
The burgomaster called soon afterwards, and expressed his obligation to
me. "For," said he, "if you had not created the delay--which you did by
your resistance--it would have been all over with us by this time."

"You have to thank a Dutch naval officer of the name of Vangilt,"
replied I; "it is he who saved us all; and if he is not hurt, you must
be kind to him, and bring him to me. I will get him his parole, if he
is a prisoner. Will you see to it, burgomaster?"

"I will," replied he, "as soon as we are a little more tranquil; but,