He would fly through the country pell-mell, horse, foot, and artillery, as if the devil were at his heels.

He might make fifty blunders, but the enemy had never time to take advantage.

I call to mind a raid which we made into Silesia, when, after two days or so of mountain roads, his Oberhauptmann of the staff told him that it was impossible for the artillery to keep up.

"Lass es hinter!" says he.
So the guns were left, and by the evening of the next day the foot were dead-beat.

"They cannot walk another mile!" says the Oberhauptmann.
"Lassen Sie hinter!" says he.