"A pistol-shot," he said, "and a fellow cut at me with his sword at the same time. But I am tired. Is the Admiral safe?"
"Yes, I am going to him now. Jacques will stay with you, and I will send the surgeon."
Fearing lest he should overtax his strength, I went out, and after a visit to the surgeon proceeded to Coligny's tent. My heart ached as I gazed around at my comrades, and realized more fully what the victory had cost us.
"Is Bellièvre likely to recover?" asked one.
"I hope so; he is quite sensible, but very weak."
"He did a splendid thing! The Admiral is very proud of him."
"That piece of information will go a long way toward pulling him through!" I said.
Just then Coligny himself came from his tent, and hearing our talk inquired kindly after my comrade.
"He is sensible, my lord, and I am hoping he may recover," I replied.
"I trust so; we cannot well afford to lose such a gallant lad. I must come to see him presently, and tell him how much we owe him."