It came from the direction of Ceyzeriat.
"Oh!" cried Morgan, "I was right in doubting my happiness to the last.
My friends are attacked.

Adieu, Amelie, adieu!" "Adieu!" cried Amelie, turning pale.

"What, will you leave me ?" The sound of the firing grew more distinct.
"Don't you hear them?
They are fighting, and I am not there to fight with them." Daughter and sister of a soldier, Amelie understood him and she made no resistance.
"Go!" she said, letting her hands drop beside her.

"You were right, we are lost." The young man uttered a cry of rage, caught her to his breast, and pressed her to him as though he would smother her.

Then, bounding from the portico, he rushed in the direction of the firing with the speed of a deer pursued by hunters.
"I come! I come, my friends!" he cried.