He strode forward and, grasping both Lisle's hands in his own, said in broken accents: "So it is really you, alive and well! This is indeed a load off my mind.

I have always blamed myself for saving my life at the expense of your own.

It would have embittered my life to the end of my days.
"And you are really alive! I thank God for it.

I tried in vain to check my horse, but it got the bit between its teeth and, with my wounded leg, I had no power to turn him.

As I rode, I pictured to myself your last defence; how you died fighting.
"How has this all come about ?" and he looked at the general, as if expecting an answer.
"I know no more than yourself, Houghton.