A rough cross had been placed at one end, and some flowers lay strewn upon it.

Rupert picked a few of the roses which were blooming neglected near, and laid them on the grave, and then rode on, sighing at the horrors which war inflicts on an innocent population.
This time their route lay through a thickly wooded mountain, to a town beyond, where one of the cavalry regiments had its headquarters.

Rupert was the bearer of orders for it to return to headquarters, as a general movement of the army was to take place.
The road was a mere track, hilly and wild, and the lads rode with pistols cocked, in case of any sudden attack by deserters or stragglers from the Bavarian army.

The journey was, however, performed without adventure; and having delivered their orders, they at once started on their homeward way..