"General du Breuil!"
"What do you want?" Burton called.
"You treacherous hound! I have nothing to say to you," cried the German, angrily. "I speak to the general."
"The general deputes me to answer for him. If you will not speak to me, you will go unanswered."
"Who are you?" the German asked with an oath.
"The general's deputy," replied Burton.
"That will not avail you," cried the officer, sneeringly. "I have sent to the village to fetch that rascally smith who assisted your imposture. When he has told me who you are, he shall be deaf and dumb for his last minute in life."
Burton felt chill from top to toe. He had not thought of the peril in which his stratagem might involve the smith. The Germans were capable of any enormity. But he could do nothing--except gain time. Would the British advance guard arrive before all was lost?
"Well, if the general chooses to employ a cur as his deputy, so be it," the German went on. "Like man, like master. Take this message to the general: If he does not yield, I will fire the château."
"And if we surrender?" said Burton.