“He then waited quietly a long time, till the bastion pitched one of its periodical shots into Death’s Alley; but no sooner had the shot struck, and sent the sand flying past the two lanes of curious noses, than Colonel Dujardin jumped upon the gun and waved his cocked hat.  At this preconcerted signal, his battery opened fire on the bastion, and the battery to his right hand opened on the wall that fronted them; and the Colonel gave the word to run the gun out of the trenches.  They ran it out into the cloud of smoke their own guns were belching forth, unseen by the enemy; but they had no sooner twisted it into the line of Long Tom than the smoke was gone, and there they were, a fair mark.

    “‘Back into the trenches, all but one!’ roared Dujardin.

    “And in they ran like rabbits.

    “‘Quick! the elevation.’

    “Colonel Dujardin and La Croix raised the muzzle to the
    mark,—­hoo! hoo! hoo! ping! ping! ping’ came the bullets about
    their ears.

    “‘Away with you!’ cried the Colonel, taking the linstock from him.

“Then Colonel Dujardin, fifteen yards from the trenches, in full blazing uniform, showed two armies what one intrepid soldier can do.  He kneeled down and adjusted his gun, just as he would have done in a practising-ground.  He had a pot-shot to take, and a pot-shot he would take.  He ignored three hundred muskets that were levelled at him.  He looked along his gun, adjusted it and readjusted to a hair’s-breadth.  The enemy’s bullets pattered over it; still he adjusted and readjusted.  His men were groaning and tearing their hair inside at his danger.

“At last it was levelled to his mind, and then his movements were as quick as they had hitherto been slow.  In a moment he stood erect in the half-fencing attitude of a gunner, and his linstock at the touch-hole:  a huge tongue of flame, a volume of smoke, a roar, and the iron thunderbolt was on its way, and the Colonel walked haughtily, but rapidly, back to the trenches:  for in all this no bravado.  He was there to make a shot,—­not to throw a chance of life away, watching the effect.

    “Ten thousand eyes did that for him.

“Both French and Prussians risked their own lives, craning out to see what a colonel in full uniform was doing under fire from a whole line of forts, and what would be his fate:  but when he fired the gun, their curiosity left the man and followed the iron thunderbolt.

    “For two seconds all was uncertain:  the ball was travelling.