He broke his way through the battalion, and reappeared at the other side.

Then, like a boar which returns upon the huntsman he has ripped up and trampled, he rushed back through the gaping wound and widened it.

From that moment all was over.
General Hatry rallied a score of men, and, with bayonets down, they fell upon the circle that enveloped them.

He marched at the head of his soldiers on foot; his horse had been killed.

Ten men had fallen before the circle was broken, but at last he was beyond it.