It reserved its fire till the enemy came closer.

The crisis was coming nearer and nearer.

There was a tense feeling in the air, as though an electric cloud hovered over all.
Charles went about with a strange look upon his face.
"He is there--he is coming.

We shall meet!" he kept repeating; and all through that night there was no sleep for him--he wandered about like a restless spirit.

No service was demanded of him.