"Heart up, heart up, my boy!" he exclaimed. "The horrors of war must not unseat a soldier thus"--but the other interrupted him, muttering huskily:
"You did not see--not recognize?" and as he spoke the astonishment on his face was accompanied by a look of almost awestruck unbelief.
"Not see--not recognize! Why, whom should I see, or recognize? 'Fore heaven! what I heard was enough for me."
"That man," Debrasques stammered. "The leader. You did not recognize him?"
"Not I. Debrasques," turning his gaze upon him swiftly, "who is he?"
"Your--your--I mean, my cousin. The man whose picture hangs in our hall----"
"And his name is--what?"
[CHAPTER VI.]
THE VICOMTE DE BOIS-VALLÉE.
"Did he hear my question, or not?" asked Andrew of himself, as, leaving the baggage and its caretakers behind under the charge of two of the dragoons, they rode on swiftly in search of the "King's" and "Queen's" regiments which had been ahead of them all the way from Epernay, and which, since they had not kept in advance, must have branched off, as Debrasques' cousin had surmised, on the road to Kaiserslautern. "Did he hear it?"