In a few minutes we could see both horse and rider near the walls of the city—a speck on the white plain; and shortly after we heard the grating hinges of the Puerto Nuevo, as the huge gate swung open to receive him. No one was hit by the shot of his pistol. Several could be heard gritting their teeth with mortification as we commenced descending the hill.
“Did you know that voice, Captain?” whispered Clayley to me, as we returned to camp.
“Yes.”
“You think it was—”
“Dubrosc.”
Chapter Eight.
Major Blossom.
On reaching the camp I found a mounted orderly in front of my tent.