"And on our right. There must be a regiment."
"Well, there's no going back, so we must keep straight on. If once we get out of the gorge they can whistle for us."
Mecsey shook his head, saying, "We can try."
This did not sound very promising; but Mecsey, though brave as a lion, was not the most cheerful of men.
"Let us go," I said. "It's our only chance."
The Russian leader, unfortunately for us, was a man who knew his business; and, before the main body of his troops marched through the gorge, he had sent a detachment along the cliffs in search of a possible ambuscade.
A loud shout and the discharge of many muskets proclaimed that we were discovered.
"Push on!" I exclaimed. "We must get through somehow."
It was a poor place for fast travelling, but we went as rapidly as our horses could take us.
The shouts from the cliffs were now repeated in our rear, and several bullets whistled unpleasantly about our ears.