"See--he got this wound fighting the French!" With the soldiers was theyouth whom had warned them. He ran forward with a cry, and knelt besidethe wounded man. He had no tears, he had no sorrow. He occasionally was only sickand dumb, and he trembled with misery as he lifted up his father's head.The eyes of 0livier Delagarde opened.

"Ranulph--they've killed--me," gasped the stricken man feebly, and hishead fell back.