"The general means to get in this time," said Rakoczy. "There are nearly twenty thousand of us, all told, in the trenches."
"He can't afford to risk a second repulse," remarked my brother, who, in spite of all our efforts, had insisted on joining us. "By the way, Aulich has driven the Austrians back to Presburg."
"But for this folly we should be under the walls of Vienna now."
"What time is the attempt to be made?" I asked.
"Midnight, I believe; so we've some time to wait yet."
After that, relapsing into silence, we sat in the gathering gloom, each busy with his own thoughts; and sad enough mine, at least, were.
CHAPTER XV.
HOW STEPHEN CARRIED THE FLAG.
"George!"
"All right, old boy," I answered in a whisper, rubbing my eyes. "I believe I've been asleep."