friend and foe.

They found the tube of Long Tom sticking up, just as he had shown over
the battlements that glorious day, with this exception, that a great
piece was knocked off his lip, and the slice ended in a long, broad
crack.

The soldiers looked at this. "That is our bullet's work," said they.
Then one old veteran touched his cap, and told Raynal gravely, he knew
where their beloved colonel was. "Dig here, to the bottom," said he. "HE
LIES BENEATH HIS WORK."

Improbable and superstitious as this was, the hearts of the soldiers
assented to it.

Presently there was a joyful cry outside the bastion. A rush was made
thither. But it proved to be only Dard, who had discovered that Sergeant
La Croix's heart still beat. They took him up carefully, and carried him
gently into camp. To Dard's delight the surgeon pronounced him curable.
For all that, he was three days insensible, and after that unfit for
duty. So they sent him home invalided, with a hundred francs out of the
poor colonel's purse.

Raynal reported the evacuation of the place, and that Colonel Dujardin
was buried under the bastion, and soon after rode out of the camp.

The words Camille had scratched with a pencil, and sent him from the
edge of the grave, were few but striking.

"A dead man takes you once more by the hand. My last thought, thank God,
is France. For her sake and mine, Raynal. GO FOR GENERAL BONAPARTE. Tell
him, from a dying soldier, the Rhine is a river to these generals, but
to him a field of glory. He will lay out our lives, not waste them."

There was nothing to hinder Raynal from carrying out this sacred
request: for the 24th brigade had ceased to exist: already thinned by
hard service, it was reduced to a file or two by the fatal bastion. It
was incorporated with the 12th; and Raynal rode heavy at heart to Paris,
with a black scarf across his breast.

CHAPTER XXIII.

You see now into what a fatal entanglement two high-minded young ladies
were led, step by step, through yielding to the natural foible of their
sex--the desire to hide everything painful from those they love, even at
the expense of truth.

A nice mess they made of it with their amiable dishonesty. And pray take
notice that after the first White Lie or two, circumstances overpowered
them, and drove them on against their will. It was no small part of all
their misery that they longed to get back to truth and could not.

We shall see presently how far