eat! I don't speak of the pluck of it,--they have plenty of pluck; but
where's the rider could have sat his horse over it?"

"What height was it?" asked another, as he leisurely puffed his cigar.

"Some say six feet,--call it five, call it four, anything you please:
it was to go at a breastwork with two nine-pounders inside, that was
the feat; and I say, again, I don't know another fellow in the army that
would have thought of it but himself!"

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"Dick Churchill once jumped into a square and out again!"

A hearty roar of laughter announced the amount of credit vouchsafed to
the story; but the speaker most circumstantially gave time and place,
and cited the names of those who had witnessed the fact.

"Be it all as you say," interposed the first speaker, "Churchill did
a foolhardy thing, without any object or any result; but Conway sabred
three gunners with his own hand."

If the story, up to this moment, had only interested our two travellers
by its heroic claims, no sooner was the name of Conway uttered than
each started with astonishment. As for Classon, he arose at once,
and, drawing near the narrator, politely begged to know if the Conway
mentioned was a one-armed man.

"The same, sir,--Charley the Smasher, as they used to call him long ago;
and, by George, he has earned some right to the title!"

"And he escaped unhurt after all this?" asked Classon.

"No, I never said that; he was almost hacked to pieces, and his horse
had four bullets in him and fell dead, after carrying him half-way back
to our lines."

"And Conway, is he alive? Is he likely to recover?" asked Paul, eagerly.

"The doctors say it is impossible; but Charley himself declares that he
has not the slightest intention of dying, and the chances are, he 'll
keep his word."

"Dear me! only think of that!" muttered Driscoll, as, with a look of
intense simplicity, he listened to this discourse. "And where is he now,
sir, if I might make so bould?"

"He's up at the Monastery of St George, about eight miles off."

"The Lord give him health and strength to go and fight the Russians
again!" said Terry; and the speech, uttered in a tone so natural and so
simple, was heard with a general laugh.

"Come over to this table, my old buck, and we 'll drink that toast in a
bumper!" cried one of the officers; and with many a bashful expression
of pleasure Mr. Driscoll accepted the invitation.

"Won't your friend join us?" asked anoth