Tears were streaming down Leigh's cheek as he spoke, but he put his hand upon Jean's shoulder and said, in a voice which he tried to keep steady: "It is terrible, Jean, but we must not give up hope.

We have beaten the Blues in the field, and it is hard if we cannot manage to beat them, somehow, in this business." The other made no reply, and Leigh, feeling that it would be best to leave him to himself for the present, went downstairs.
The lad who had brought the message was seated against the wall, holding the horse's bridle in his hand.

Being a stranger in the place, he did not know where to go.
"Come with me, Philippe.

The others are all in the great square, a hundred yards away.

They got their bread yesterday morning, and will have plenty of it left for you and the horse.