Jack glanced right and left. The artillery were leaving by the stable road; from every side the infantry streamed past across the lawn, running when they came to the garden, where a shower of bullets fell among the shrubbery. A captain hastening towards the terrace looked at them in surprise.
"What is it?" cried Jack. "Can't you hold the Château?"
"The other Château has been carried," said the captain. "They are taking us on the left flank. Madame," he added, "should go at once; this place will be untenable in a few moments."
Lorraine spoke breathlessly: "Are you to hold the Château with the gatling until the army is safe?"
"Yes, madame," said the captain. "We are obliged to."
There came a sudden lull in the firing. Lorraine caught Jack's arm.
"Come," cried Jack, "we've got to go now!"
"I shall stay!" she said; "I know my work is here!"
The German rifle-flames began to sparkle and flicker along the river-bank; a bullet rang out against the granite façade behind them.
"Come!" he cried, sharply, but she slipped from him and ran towards the house.