Keep down, Captain Bertrand! Those Northern pickets in the bushes in front of us are active, and, upon my word, they know how to shoot, as the honorable wounds of many of us attest!" Bertrand, eager to see the enemy, was standing on a hillock, and he did not seem to hear the words of his chief.

A rifle cracked in the bushes and he fell back without a word.

The arms of St.Clair received him and eased him gently to the earth.

But Harry saw at a glance that the man and his fevered ambitions were gone forever.

He was dead before he touched the ground.
"I'm glad that I was the one to catch his body," said St.Clair simply.
Harry was moved at the fall of this man, although he had never really liked him, but he went on and rejoined his general.