"What! You here again, old fellow?"
"Yes; it is I, Monsieur the Baron," replied the artilleryman, proud to be recognized; "the first time was at Austerlitz, the second at Jena, and then I received two thrusts of a lance at Smolensk."
"Yes, yes," said the surgeon kindly; "and now what is the matter with you?"
"Three sabre-cuts on my left arm while I was defending my piece from the Prussians."
The surgeon unwound the bandage, and asked:
"Have you the cross?"
"No, Monsieur the Baron."
"What is your name?"
"Christian Zunnier, second artillerie-a-cheval."