He saw the misty smoke hovering over the hospital camp, and he did not believe that any adequate force to meet the Germans could be found there, but alarms could be sent in every direction.
He expected that more than one shot would be sent after his flying figure, but none came and his swift flight took him far toward the river.

Then he saw a long line of dark forms before him and the flashing tips of bayonets.

Holding his arms high above his head he shouted in French over and over again that he was a friend, and then ran almost directly into the arms of a short muscular man in the uniform of a French colonel.
"Bougainville!" he cried.
"Aye, Mr.Scott, it is I! My regiment is here and many others." "Then look out.

Chastel is full of Germans." "It is for them that we've come!".