‘This way! this way!’ yelled Jack.
The square-topped caps of his own corps and the flying pelisses of the Hussars came in sight. Sir William Lennox pulled in his panting charger close to Jack.
‘Where are they?’ he cried.
‘Straight in front, sir. You and the Hussars are to charge down at once.’
‘What are these?’ asked the officer, pointing with his sword to the bodies of the man and horse on the ground.
‘Two Cossacks attacked me, sir,’ replied Jack.
‘Gallant lad; I will see the fact is known.—By your right, trot march!’ and the troop swung by.
On foot Jack raced after them; but did not arrive till all opposition was over and the convoy was captured.
The drivers of the wagons seemed quite contented to be captured, and before the flying Russians were out of sight had signified to the English their willingness to drive the convoy to the English camp.
The wagons were counted, two hundred of them, laden with provisions for Sebastopol. Besides which nearly three hundred head of cattle were in the rear. A number of men were told off as escort, and the wagons headed for the English camp.