A meal was in readiness, and when Charlie, who was still feeling somewhat weak from the effects of his wound, had partaken of it, the party proceeded on their way, and rode into Marienburg before nightfall.
Two or three miles outside the town, they met Harry Jervoise.

Two soldiers had been sent on at full speed, directly Charlie reached the village, to report that he had arrived there and was not seriously wounded, and, knowing about the time they would arrive, Harry had ridden out to meet his friend.
"You are looking white," he said, after the first hearty greeting.
"I am feeling desperately tired, Harry.

The wound is of no consequence, but I lost a good deal of blood, and it is as much as I can do to keep my saddle, though we have been coming on quietly on purpose.

However, I shall soon be all right again, and I need hardly say that I am heartily glad to be back." "We have all been in a great way about you, Charlie, for we made sure that you were very badly wounded.

I can tell you, it was a relief when the men rode in three hours ago, with the news that you had arrived, and were not badly hurt.