the bone or blood poisoning.  I remember saying that I had quite a medical knowledge and that it seemed to me that his son was not mortally wounded.  But he knew better.  He never said a word, only, a few minutes later, “He was my only hope”; and I can’t express how ominous that word “was” sounded to me.  But just then the command to deploy was given and the excitement that followed drowned for the time being all melancholy thoughts.  We quickly ascended the hill where the isolated detachment of Austrians had kept the Russians at bay for fully twenty-four hours and opened fire on the enemy, while the second regiment tried to turn his left flank.  The Russians slowly fell back but we followed them, and a sort of running fight ensued, during which my regiment lost about fifty—­ dead and wounded.  The Russians temporarily resisted again, but soon the pressure from our other regiment on their flank began to be felt and they fled rather disorderly, leaving two machine guns, some ammunition, and four carriages full of provisions in our hands, while the regiment which had executed the flanking movement took two hundred and forty prisoners.

Around eight o’clock at night the fight was stopped for want of light, and we took up our newly acquired positions, entrenched them well, and began to make ready for the night.  Orders for outpost duty were given and the officers were again called to the brigadier-colonel, who in a few words outlined the situation to us, thanking us for the pertinacity and bravery shown by the troops, and adding that the success of the expedition lay in the fact that we had arrived in time to save the situation.

Then the question of transporting prisoners to the rear came up, and while the brigadier’s eyes were searching us I felt that he was going to entrust me with that mission.  He looked at me, gave me the order in a short, measured way, but his eyes gazed searchingly and deeply into mine, and I thought I understood the unspoken message.  So, tired as I was, I immediately set out with a guard of twenty men to transport the two hundred and forty Russian prisoners, among whom were two officers, back behind the fighting line.  They seemed not unhappy over their lot—­in fact, were smoking and chatting freely while we marched back.  One of the Russian officers had a wound in his leg and was carried on a stretcher, but he, too, seemed quite at ease, conversing with me in French and congratulating me upon the bravery our isolated detachment had shown against the terrific onslaught.  As soon as I had delivered them safely into the hands of the commander of our reserves, I inquired the way to the nearest field hospital in search of the young officer, the son of our brigadier-colonel.  It was then about nine o’clock at night, and on entering the peasant’s hut where the field hospital was established, I saw at a glance that I had come too late.  He lay there still, hands folded over his breast with as serene and happy an expression as if asleep.  His faithful orderly sat weeping next to him, and some kind hand had laid a small bunch of field flowers on his breast.