By the light that Karl carried, he recognized him.
"Major Lange," he said, "I have the marshal's orders that you should march into Hochkirch, and hold it to the last.

The Austrians are already in partial possession of it." "Which way is it, Major Drummond?
For in this mist I have almost lost my direction, and there seems to be firing going on everywhere ahead." "I will direct you," Fergus said.

"I have just come from there;" and he trotted back to the village.
As they approached Hochkirch it was evident that, although the defenders were still clinging to its outskirts, the greater portion was lost; but with a cheer the battalion rushed forward, and was in a moment fiercely engaged.

Major Lange's horse fell dead under him, struck by an Austrian bullet.

Fergus rode into the first house he came to, dismounted, and left his horse there.
"You may as well leave yours here too, Karl.