We saw them; but, being on foot ourselves, we escaped their notice.

But we heard our men coming up with a shout.
"The devil, but it's dark!" cried a ringing voice.
It was young Rupert.

A moment later, shots rang out.

Our people had met them.

I started forward at a run, Sapt and Fritz following me.
"Thrust, thrust!" cried Rupert again, and a loud groan following told that he himself was not behind-hand.
"I'm done, Rupert!" cried a voice.