It was very complimentary that he should rate my powers so high, but it was also a little embarrassing.  I was to rescue an old lady, to hang an Englishman, and to break up a band of five hundred assassins—­all with fifty men.  But after all, the fifty men were Hussars of Conflans, and they had an Etienne Gerard to lead them.  As I came out into the warm Portuguese sunshine my confidence had returned to me, and I had already begun to wonder whether the medal which I had so often deserved might not be waiting for me at Almeixal.

You may be sure that I did not take my fifty men at hap-hazard.  They were all old soldiers of the German wars, some of them with three stripes, and most of them with two.  Oudet and Papilette, two of the best sub-officers in the regiment, were at their head.  When I had them formed up in fours, all in silver grey and upon chestnut horses, with their leopard skin shabracks and their little red panaches, my heart beat high at the sight.  I could not look at their weather-stained faces, with the great moustaches which bristled over their chin-straps, without feeling a glow of confidence, and, between ourselves, I have no doubt that that was exactly how they felt when they saw their young Colonel on his great black war-horse riding at their head.

Well, when we got free of the camp and over the Tagus, I threw out my advance and my flankers, keeping my own place at the head of the main body.  Looking back from the hills above Santarem, we could see the dark lines of Massena’s army, with the flash and twinkle of the sabres and bayonets as he moved his regiments into position for their retreat.  To the south lay the scattered red patches of the English outposts, and behind the grey smoke-cloud which rose from Wellington’s camp—­thick, oily smoke, which seemed to our poor starving fellows to bear with it the rich smell of seething camp-kettles.  Away to the west lay a curve of blue sea flecked with the white sails of the English ships.

You will understand that as we were riding to the east, our road lay away from both armies.  Our own marauders, however, and the scouting parties of the English, covered the country, and it was necessary with my small troop that I should take every precaution.  During the whole day we rode over desolate hill-sides, the lower portions covered by the budding vines, but the upper turning from green to grey, and jagged along the skyline like the back of a starved horse.  Mountain streams crossed our path, running west to the Tagus, and once we came to a deep, strong river, which might have checked us had I not found the ford by observing where houses had been built opposite each other upon either bank.  Between them, as every scout should know, you will find your ford.  There was none to give us information, for neither man nor beast, nor any living thing except great clouds of crows, was to be seen during our journey.

The sun was beginning to sink when we came to a valley clear in the centre, but shrouded by huge oak trees upon either side.  We could not be more than a few miles from Almeixal, so it seemed to me to be best to keep among the groves, for the spring had been an early one and the leaves were already thick enough to conceal us.  We were riding then in open order among the great trunks, when one of my flankers came galloping up.