This first encounter had taken frightful toll of the Legion.
But every heart that still lived was bold and high.

Not one of the little party entertained the slightest hope of surviving or of ever beholding the light of day.

Still, not one uttered any word of despair or suggestion of surrender.
Everything but a fight to the finish was forgotten.

Only one man even thought of _Nissr_ and of what probably had happened out there on the plain.

This man was Leclair.
"_Dieu_!" he grunted.