The soldier who was alive was the one who had received the charge of the blunderbuss in his legs; he was terribly injured below the knee, and Ralph had little doubt that amputation would be necessary.

The other man lived but a short time after being brought into the air.
Ralph now turned to the peasant who had saved his life by grappling with the Red Captain at the moment he was about to discharge his blunderbuss, and who had by his orders been left unbound.

He was sitting a short distance from the other prisoners.
"Your name is Denis Moore ?" he said.
"It is, your honor," the man replied in surprise; "though how you came to know it beats me entirely." "I heard it from your wife last night," Ralph said.
"From Bridget ?" the man exclaimed.

"Why, I thought she was a hundred miles away!" "She came down here like a brave woman to try and save you," Ralph said, "and gave us information that brought us to this hiding-place; but her name is not to appear, and no one will know how we heard of it.

We promised her that no harm should come to you if we could help it, and, thanks to the act by which you saved my life, you have escaped, for being down on the ground you were out of the line of the fire of our bullets.