He had ridden hard through the previous day and the entire night, with the hope of once more seeing the leader, whom he had followed with so much devotion, and valued so truly; but he was too late.
He caught his sister in his arms as he ran up the hospital stairs.
"Where is he ?" said he; "is he still alive?
Is there any hope ?" "There is no hope for us," answered Agatha; "but there is perfect certainty for him.

The good Cathelineau has restored his spirit to Him who gave it to avenge His glory.".