Then he remembered Raynal had saved his life.

Cold chills crossed his breaking heart.
Of all that could happen to him death alone seemed a blessing without alloy.
He stood there so torn with conflicting passions, that he noted neither the passing hours nor the flying bullets.
He was only awakened from his miserable trance by the even tread of soldiers marching towards him; he looked up and there were several officers coming along the edge of the trench, escorted by a corporal's guard.
He took a step or two to meet them.

After the usual salutes, one of the three colonels delivered a large paper, with a large seal, to Dujardin.
He read it out to his captains and lieutenants, who had assembled at sight of the cocked hats and full uniforms.
"Attack by the army to-morrow upon all the lines.

Attack of the bastion St.Andre this evening.

The 22d, the 24th, and 12th brigades will furnish the contingents; the operation will be conducted by one of the colonels of the second division, to be appointed by General Raimbaut." "Aha!" sounded a voice like a trombone at the reader's elbow.