With an exclamation of surprise Blücher pulled up.
"Why, it's my Hennemann! How you look, boy! What are you doing here alone?"
"Waiting for you, as ordered," was the grumbled reply. "Been waiting ever since you left. The French have shot away every pipe in the box. They ripped the flesh from my head and shattered my arm with their bullets. It's well there is an end to the battle, or you would have been too late even for this last pipe."
Wellington, turning to Blücher, remarked:
"You have admired the unflinching loyalty and bravery of my Highlanders. What shall I say of this brave soul?"
"But your Highlanders had no pipes to regale themselves with," Blücher replied.
