The lad had been devotion itself, but Marteau missed more than anything else the companionship, the sage advice, the bon camaraderie of old Bullet-Stopper.

He had never seen him or heard from him after that day at the bridge-head at Arcis.

Where was he now?
Oh, yes, those days and their tidings would never be forgot.

They all came back to the young officer, as with his humble but devoted companion he stood there on the heights above Grenoble looking at the white flag..