will explain what you were doing."

"Colonel," said Dard, all in a flutter, "I was taking a squint at them,
because I saw something. The beggars are building a wall, now."

"Where?"

"Between us and the bastion."

"Show me."

"I can't, colonel; the moon has gone in; but I did see it."

"How long was it?"

"About a hundred yards."

"How high?"

"Colonel, it was ten feet high if it was an inch."

"Have you good sight?"

"La! colonel, wasn't I a bit of a poacher before I took to the bayonet?"

"Good! Now reflect. If you persist in this statement, I turn out the
brigade on your information."

"I'll stand the fire of a corporal's guard at break of day if I make a
mistake now," said Dard.

The colonel glided away, called his captain and first lieutenants, and
said two words in each ear, that made them spring off their backs.

Dard, marching to an fro, musket on shoulder, found himself suddenly
surrounded by grim, silent, but deadly eager soldiers, that came pouring
like bees into the open space behind the battery. The officers came
round the colonel.

"Attend to two things," said he to the captains. "Don't fire till they
are within ten yards: and don't follow them unless I lead you."

The men were then told off by companies, some to the battery, some to
the trenches, some were kept on each side Death's Alley, ready for a
rush.

They were not all of them in position, when those behind the parapet
saw, as it were, something deepen the gloom of night, some fourscore
yards to the front: it was like a line of black ink suddenly drawn upon
a sheet covered with Indian ink.

It seems quite stationary. The novices wondered what it was. The
veterans muttered--"Three deep."

Though it looked stationary, it got blacker and blacker. The soldiers of
the 24th brigade griped their muskets hard, and set their teeth, and the
sergeants had much ado to keep them quiet.

All of a sudden, a loud yell on the right of the brigade, two or three
single shots from the trenches in that direction, followed by a volley,
the cries of wounded men, and the fierce hurrahs of an attacking party.

Our colonel knew too well those sounds: the next parallel had been
surprised, and the Prussian bayonet was now silently at work.

Disguise was now impossible. At the first shot, a guttural voice in
front of Dujardin's men was heard to give a word of command. There was
a sharp rattle and in a moment the thick black line was tipped with
gl