"Yes."
"My old regiment?"
"The same. It has gone over, it seems, bag and baggage, to the princes."
"Who is in command?"
"Baron de Ravailly."
"Indeed?"
"Do you know him?"
"Yes—a fine fellow, and brave as his sword. In that case it will be warmer than I supposed, and we shall have some fun."
"What are your orders, commandant?"
"That the posts be doubled to-night; that the troops retire fully dressed, with loaded muskets within reach. One half will stand guard, while the other half sleeps. Those who are on guard will keep out of sight behind the embankment. One moment—Have you informed anybody of the news brought by the scouts?"