"Beg pardon, captain," said Sándor, "but there's a man of our regiment going to the rear; perhaps he can tell us where the colonel is."
This was a good idea, and I put the question to the man, whose arm was gashed by a sabre cut.
"Outside the town, captain," he replied. "In a field to the right."
After thanking the man, I set my detachment in motion once more, glad at the thought of again meeting my genial friend.
CHAPTER XI.
GÖRGEI TO THE RESCUE.
The noise of the battle died away as we left the town and made for the field where the 9th Honveds were resting after their exertions. As usual they had been pretty roughly handled; but Görgei had found time to thank them for their bravery, and that paid for everything.
Some were eating and drinking; others, wrapped in their bundas, were already fast asleep. The colonel was just returning from visiting the wounded.
"Hallo!" he exclaimed; "what are you doing here? Thought you were at Tisza-Fured. Who are those fellows?"
"They've just come from hospital to rejoin their regiments. I thought perhaps you'd tell me what to do with them."