I shall get one word
with you before we go out. God bless you!"
"God bless you, Raynal!"
The moment Raynal was gone, Camille beckoned a lieutenant to him,
and ordered half the brigade to form in a strong column on both sides
Death's Alley.
His eye fell upon private Dard, as luck would have it. "Come here," said
he. Dard came and saluted.
"Have you anybody at Beaurepaire that would be sorry if you were
killed?"
"Yes, colonel! Jacintha, that used to make your broth, colonel."
"Take this line to Colonel Raynal. You will find him with the 12th
brigade."
He wrote a few lines in pencil, folded them, and Dard went off with
them, little dreaming that the colonel of his brigade was taking the
trouble to save his life, because he came from Beaurepaire. Colonel
Dujardin then went into his tent, and closed the aperture, and took the
good book the priest had given him, and prayed humbly, and forgave all
the world.
Then he sat down, his head in his hands, and thought of his child, and
how hard it was he must die and never see him. Then he lighted a candle,
and sealed up his orders of valor, and wrote a line, begging that they
might be sent to his sister.
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