Bougainville's met it, and the two closed in the clasp of those who knew, each, that the other was a man.

Then a drum began to beat, and Bougainville, waving his sword aloft, led his regiment forward again with a rush.

But the _Arrow_, with a hard push from the last of the soldiers, was already rising, Lannes at the steering rudder and John in his old place.
"You can find your cap and coat in the locker," said Lannes without looking back, and John put them on quickly.

His joy and eagerness were not due to flight from the field of battle, because the heavens themselves were not safe, but because he could look down upon this field on which the nations struggled and, to some extent, behold and measure it with his own eyes.
The _Arrow_ rose slowly, and John leaned back luxuriously in his seat.
He had a singular feeling that he had come back home again.

The sharp, acrid odor that assailed eye and nostril departed and the atmosphere grew rapidly purer.