A messenger had arrived from Klapka. He was telling the story of the Austrian flight, but with more detail, and our general's face beamed with delight.
Some of the officers had disappeared; others remained; and these, like the general, were filled with joy.
Into the huge gap which I had seen made our fellows were pouring at the double, and the battlefield rang with shouts of victory.
I had put my arm through the bridle, and stood leaning against a hillock of sand, waiting for the next order.
Suddenly there came the sound of a report so tremendous that the earth shook, and we gazed at one another aghast.
Again and again it broke forth, while the field was hidden from sight by dense curtains of thick smoke.
At a word from the general Szondi darted off, but almost before he had gone a mounted officer dashed up to us.
He came from Klapka, and told his tale briefly.
Every man and every gun of the Austrian reserve, every man and every gun of the Russian division, had been flung across the path of our victorious columns.
Eighty pieces of cannon were vomiting death; thousands of rifles were pouring deadly volleys into our vanguard.