en were hanging on their heels like sleuth-hounds.

The cry was taken up and repeated all along the line, and in a few
minutes the enemy, smitten by sudden fear, were flying in all
directions. For some distance we pursued, sweeping numbers of prisoners
to the rear; but our animals were wearied, and presently all but a few
of the most fiery spirits had halted.

The victory was ours, but we had bought it at a high price. Some of our
bravest officers were dead, and Coligny looked mournfully at his
diminished band of attendants. We rode back to our lines, and to me the
joy of our triumph was sadly dimmed by the absence of my comrade. In the
wild stampede I had lost sight of the flag, and no one had seen its
gallant bearer.

"Has Monsieur Bellievre fallen?" asked Jacques, who had ridden well and
boldly with the troopers.

"I do not know; I fear so. He was a long distance ahead of us in the
last charge. I am going to search for him."

"There is your English friend, monsieur; he is not hurt."

Roger grasped my hand warmly. "Safe!" he exclaimed; "I hardly dared to
hope it. It has been a terrible fight. Our poor fellows"--he spoke of
the English remnant--"have suffered severely. Where is Felix?"

"We are on our way to look for him; I fear he has fallen."

Roger turned and went with us. "I saw him with the flag," he remarked.
"'Twas a gallant deed. It helped us to win the battle. By my word, Cosse
must have lost frightfully; the field just here looks carpeted with the
dead."

"'Tis a fearful sight to see in cold blood," I replied.

Numbers of men were removing the wounded, but knowing that Felix had
ridden some distance ahead we kept steadily on our way.

"'Twas here Cosse's troops began to break," said Jacques presently, "and
'tis hereabout we ought to find Monsieur Bellievre's body."

The words jarred upon me horribly; they expressed the thought I was
trying hard to keep out of my head.

We went quickly from one to the other, doing what we could for the
wounded, and hurrying on again. It was a gruesome task, and the fear of
finding what we sought so earnestly added to the horror.

Suddenly my heart gave a leap, and I ran forward quickly to where I saw
the colour of the blood-stained flag. A dead horse lay near it, and by
the animal's side lay my comrade. His head was bare, and his fair hair
clustered in curls over his forehead. He was very white and still, and
his eyes were closed.

"Poor fellow; I fear he is