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de and trusted friend of the Iron Duke, by whose side he had ridden in every action in Spain. His face was passive and serene. Contentment shone in every feature. His martial spirit was stirred by the sights and sounds of battle, once so familiar to him, but now for forty years unheard. But the calm demeanour, the quiet voice, the steady, unflinching gaze, all indicating a noble unconsciousness of danger, were those of the chance rider in Rotten Row, not of a great commander carrying his own life and that of thousands in his hand. The man who came to meet him was a soldier too, but of a different type, cast in another mould--a Frenchman, emotional, easily excited, quick in gesture, rapid-speaking, with a restless, fiery eye. St. Arnaud, too, had long tried the fortunes of war. His was an intrepid, eager spirit, but he was torn and convulsed with the tortures of a mortal sickness, and at times, even at this triumphant hour, his face was drawn and pale with inward agony. They were near enough, these supreme chiefs, for their conversation, or parts of it, to be heard around. But they spoke in French, and few but McKay understood the purport of all they said. "I am ready to advance at any moment," said Lord Raglan. "I am only waiting for the development of your attack." "Bosquet started an hour ago, but he has a tremendous climb up those cliffs." It was General Bosquet's business to assault the left of the Russian position, strong in natural obstacles, and almost inaccessible to troops. At this moment an aide-de-camp ventured to ride forward to his general's side, and said-- "Do you hear that firing, my lord? I think the French on the right are warmly engaged." "Are they?" replied Lord Raglan, doubtfully; "I can't catch any return fire." "In any case," observed St. Arnaud, quickly, "it is time to lend him a hand. The Prince Napoleon and Canrobert shall now advance." "The sooner the better," said Lord Raglan, simply; "I must wait till their attack is developed before I can move." "You shall not wait long, my friend." The next instant the French mounted messengers were scouring the plain. St. Arnaud paused a moment, then, gathering up his reins, he put spurs to his horse and galloped away, saluted as he went by a loud and hearty cheer. The sound must have gladdened the heart of the gallant Frenchman, for he promptly reined in his horse, and, rising in his stirrups, responded with a loud "Hurrah
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