Comfortable bit of success, so far,--were not Siptitz burning, so that we cannot get through.

"Through, no: and were we through, is not there the Rohrgraben ?" thinks Ziethen, not seeing his way.
How lucky that, at this moment, Mollendorf comes in, with a discovery to westward; discovery of our old friend "the Butter-Street,"-- it is nothing more,--where Ziethen should have marched this morning: there would he have found a solid road across the Rohrgraben, free passage by a bridge between two bits of ponds, at the SCHAFEREI (Sheep-Farm) of Siptitz yonder.

"There still," reports Mollendorf, "the solid road is; unbeset hitherto, except by me Mollendorf!" Thitherward all do now hasten, Austrians, Prussians: but the Prussians are beforehand; Mollendorf is master of the Pass, deploying himself on the other side of it, and Ziethen and everybody hastening through to support him there, and the Austrians making fierce fight in vain.

The sound of which has reached Hulsen, and set Lestwitz and him in motion thither.
For the thing is vital, if we knew it.

Close ahead of Mollendorf, when he is through this Pass, close on Mollendorf's left, as he wheels round on the attacking Austrians, is the southwest corner of Siptitz Height.
Southwest corner, highest point of it; summit and key of all that Battle area; rules it all, if you get cannon thither.