"There seems to be a special Providence for you Yankees!" "It's skill, not luck, that counts!" exclaimed Wharton.
John joined them, and Bougainville, taking command of the whole battle, directed the charge upon the town.

The spirits of the French were at the highest, and shouting tremendously they soon passed through Chastel and drove the enemy beyond it, headlong into the forest.

Having superior numbers now, a better knowledge of the ground and led by a man of genius like Bougainville, they soon broke up the German force, capturing a part of it, while the rest fleeing eastward, burst through the French trenches, and, after further heavy losses, succeeded in getting back to the main German army.
The pursuit was carried on some time by the French cavalry which had appeared as the last charge was made, but Bougainville, with the clear note of trumpets, recalled the infantry.

He was satisfied with the victory that had been won in Chastel, and he did not wish to exhaust his troops with vain rushes in the deep snow.
The Strangers halted with the rest, and John, coming out of the red rage that had possessed his soul, saw that Captain Colton was uninjured and that Carstairs and Wharton, who stood near him, had only scratches.
"Grazed four times," said Carstairs happily.

"The bullets knew a good man when they saw him, and turned aside just in time to give him slight but honorable wounds." "Two scratches for me, too," said Wharton.
"Which proves what I told you," said Carstairs, "that it was often luck, not skill, that saved you." "Both count," said Captain Colton, tersely.