As it was, he lost all.

But not without fighting.

Stubborn, determined, magnificently defiant he had been to the last.
Marteau had often thrilled to the recollection during the long hours he spent in captivity in Austria, and even in the delirium and fever of his long and wasting illness, begot of the foul prison, he had remembered it.

In all the hard fighting and hard marching of those mournful if splendid days the young man had faithfully and well borne his important if humble part.

There was a great dearth of officers, staff officers as well as the others.