It will kill Beauclerc should any doubt rest upon his conduct, if he ever recover this." While he spoke, four soldiers of the regiment placed the wounded officer in a blanket.

A long sigh escaped him, and he muttered a few broken words.
"Poor fellow, it's his mother he's talking of! He only joined a month since, and is a mere boy.

Come, O'Malley, lose no time.

By Jove! it is too late; there goes the first rocket for the columns to form.

In ten minutes more the stormers must fall in." "What's the matter, Giles ?" said he to one of the officers, who had stopped the soldiers as they were moving off with their burden,--"what is it ?" "I have been cutting the white tape off his arm; for if he sees it on waking, he'll remember all about the storming." "Quite right--thoughtfully done!" said the other; "but who is to lead his fellows?
He was in the forlorn hope." "I'll do it," cried I, with eagerness.