"
A fierce groan broke from the men.
"What! shall the colors of another brigade and not ours fly from that
bastion this afternoon?"
"No! no!" in a roar like thunder.
"Ah! you are of my mind. Attention! the attack is fixed for five
o'clock. Suppose you and I were to carry the bastion ten minutes before
the colonel from Egypt can bring his men upon the ground."
At this there was a fierce burst of joy and laughter; the strange
laughter of veterans and born invincibles. Then a yell of exulting
assent, accompanied by the thunder of impatient drums, and the rattle of
fixing bayonets.
The colonel told off a party to the battery.
"Level the guns at the top tier. Fire at my signal, and keep firing over
our heads, till you see our colors on the place."
He then darted to the head of the column, which instantly formed behind
him in the centre of Death's Alley.
"The colors! No hand but mine shall hold them to-day."
They were instantly brought him: his left hand shook them free in the
afternoon sun.
A deep murmur of joy rolled out from the old hands at the now unwonted
sight.
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