“I do.”
“Your hand, comrade.”
“There, comrade, there.”
They wrung one another’s hands, and turned away and hid their faces from each other, for their eyes were moist.
“This won’t do, comrade, I must go. I shall attack from your position. So I shall go down the line, and bring the men up. Meantime, pick me your detachment. Give me a good spice of veterans. I shall get one word with you before we go out. God bless you!”
“God bless you, Raynal!”
The moment Raynal was gone, Camille beckoned a lieutenant to him, and ordered half the brigade to form in a strong column on both sides Death’s Alley.
His eye fell upon private Dard, as luck would have it. “Come here,” said he. Dard came and saluted.
“Have you anybody at Beaurepaire that would be sorry if you were killed?”
“Yes, colonel! Jacintha, that used to make your broth, colonel.”