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put them upon my own staff. They would be of great value to me.

"You will spare them, I hope?"

"I shall be extremely sorry to do so, general; but for their own

sakes, and for the good of the service, I will of course do so."

"Thanks, colonel. I shall put the franc tireurs of Dijon in general

orders, tomorrow, as having performed good service to the country;

and please to thank them, in my name, for their services."

"Thank you very much, general. It will give me more pleasure than

even the step that you have been kind enough to give to myself."

"Good evening, colonel. We must have a long chat together, one of

these days.

"The chief of my staff will give you the names of the corps to be

placed under your orders. The matter was settled this morning, and

I have picked out the best of those here. Orders have been sent for

them to assemble at Raoul--a village, a mile from here--in the

morning; with a notification that they are placed under your

command.

"Goodbye."

Chapter 11: A Fight In The Vosges.

Upon Colonel Tempe's rejoining the men--who were already busy

preparing their suppers--he ordered the assembly to be sounded and,

when they were formed up, he formally thanked them, in the name of

the general, for the service that they had rendered; adding that

they would appear in general orders, upon the following day.

The men replied with a cheer of "Vive la France!"

Their commander then informed them that he, himself, had received a

step in rank and would, in future, command them with several other

corps; that Lieutenant Ribouville would, in future, be their

special commander, with the rank of captain; that the other two

lieutenants would be promoted; and that three of their number would

receive commissions and, while one of them remained under Captain

Ribouville, the others would--with the newly-made captains--be

attached to other corps. The two Barclays would receive commissions

as officers, on the staff of General Cambriels, himself.

When Colonel Tempe finished speaking, the boys could hardly believe

their ears; and looked at each other, to inquire if they heard

aright. There could be no mistake about it; for Colonel Tempe

called them forward and, shaking hands with them, congratulated

them on the promotion which, he said, they had well earned. The men

gave a hearty cheer; for the young English lads were general

favorites, for their good temper and willingness to oblige.

Directly the men were dismissed, the colonel again called the lads

to him.

"I am sorry to lose you," he said, "but of course it is for your

good. Come with me, at once, to General Cambriels. I will introduce

you, and you had better ask for four days' leave. You can get the

railway in four hours' ride from here. You will have no difficulty

in finding a place in some of the commissariat cities going to

fetch stores. If you start tonight, you can catch a train before

morning, and be in Dijon quite early. A couple of days will be

sufficient to get your uniforms made, and to buy horses.

"Your cousin will go with you. I gave him leave, last night, to

start upon our arrival here. He is not so strong as you are; and

the surgeon says that he must have rest, and quiet. He is quite

worn out.

"Now, pile your rifles--you will not want them any more--and come

with me. I have said good night to the general, but he will excuse

me."

Still bewildered, the boys did as they were ordered. As they were

piling their rifles, they heard a loud blubbering. Looking round,

they saw Tim Doyle, weeping most copiously.

"What is the matter, Tim?"

"Matter! Your honor, ain't yer going to lave us? What am I going to

do, at all?"

The boys hurried away, without reply--for Colonel Tempe was waiting

for them--and, on the way to headquarters, mentioned Tim's grief at

parting with them.

The general received the lads most kindly and, at once, granted

them four days' leave to go to Dijon, to procure uniform.

Colonel Tempe then said:

"You do not want orderlies, do you, general?"

"I do, indeed," the general answered. "I have about a dozen cavalry

men, of different regiments, who form my escort and act as

orderlies; but they are my entire force of cavalry."

"I have an Irishman in my corps, general, who only joined to be

near these young fellows. He was brought up among horses; and you

have only to put him in a hussar uniform, and he would make a

capital orderly, and would act as servant to your new staff

officers."

"By all means," the general said; "send him over, in the morning.

We will make a hussar of him, in half an hour; we have got a few

uniforms in store."

What a meeting that was, near Dijon! The boys, upon reaching the

station, had found a train on the point of starting; and it was

seven in the morning when they reached the town. The shops open

early, in French country towns; and although their tailor had not

as yet taken his shutters down, he was up and about, and willingly

measured them for their new uniforms--promising that they should

have them, without fail, the next afternoon. They then walked up to

the cottage; and dropped in just as the party, there, were sitting

down to breakfast.

There was a loud exclamation from Captain Barclay, and a scream of

delight from their mother, and Milly; and it was a good ten minutes

before they were sitting round the table, talking coherently. It

was but six weeks since they had left, but it seemed like years;

and there was as much to tell, and to talk about, as if they had

just returned, after an absence of half a lifetime, in India.

"How long have you got leave for?" was one of the first questions.

"Only four days," Percy said. "The corps has now joined the army of

the Vosges, and will act regularly with it. A move forward will

take place, in a few days, so that we could not ask for longer."

"Only four days!" Mrs. Barclay and Milly repeated, aghast.

"It is not much, mamma," Ralph put in, "but it is better than

nothing. You see, you did not expect us at all."

"Quite so," Captain Barclay said, cheerfully. "It is a clear gain,

and we waste the time in regretting that it is not longer. It is a

great delight to have you back again, even for a few hours. You

both look wonderfully well, and fully a year older than when you

left. Roughing it, and exposure, evidently suits you.

"Has Louis come back with you?"

"Yes, papa, he has come back to stay, for some time. He is

completely done up, and the surgeon has ordered rest and quiet, for

a while.

"How is Philippe?"

"He is getting on well; and will walk, the doctor hopes, in another

fortnight, or three weeks; but I have not seen him for--although

your uncle comes in, as usual, for a chat with me--Madame Duburg

has never forgiven me for having, as she says, influenced him in

allowing the boys to go; and of course, since this wound of

Philippe's, she has been more angry than ever."

The boys laughed. They understood their aunt's ways.

"Tim has not been hurt, I hope?" Milly asked.

"Oh no; Tim is as well as ever, and the life and soul of the

corps."

As breakfast went on, the boys gradually related the changes that

were taking place: Major Tempe's promotion to be colonel, and the

fact that he was placed in command of several corps of franc

tireurs, who were hereafter to act together. They said no word,

however, about their own promotion; having agreed to keep that

matter secret, until the uniforms were completed. They had also

asked their cousin to say nothing about it, at home; as otherwise

their uncle would have been sure to have come in to congratulate

them, and the secret would have been at an end, at once.

An hour later, Monsieur Duburg came in to see them. After the first

talk, he said to Captain Barclay:

"The way in which your boys have stood the fatigue is a proof, in

itself, how much the prosperity of a nation depends upon the

training of its boys. England is strong because her boys are all

accustomed, from their childhood, to active exercise and outdoor,

violent games. In case of a war, like this which we are going

through, almost every man could turn soldier, and go through the

fatigues of a campaign; and what is more, could make light of--not

to say enjoy--them.

"Here, upon the contrary, our young fellows do nothing and, in an

emergency like the present, want both spirit and strength to make

soldiers. Almost all the boys who went from here in Tempe's corps

have returned, completely worn out. Even Louis is a wreck;

although, thanks to the companionship of your boys, he has

supported it better, and longer, than the majority of them. Had he

began, as a child, to take pleasure in strong exercise; no doubt he

could have stood it as well as Ralph and Percy, who look absolutely

benefited by it. Unfortunately, I allowed my wife's silly objection

to prevail; until the last three years, when I insisted that they

should do as they liked.

"As I have said before, Barclay, I say again: I congratulate you on

your boys. You have a right to be proud of them. I wish the race of

young Frenchmen were only like them."

Great indeed was the astonishment--upon the afternoon of the

following day--when Ralph and Percy walked into the sitting room,

dressed as staff officers; feeling a little awkward with their

swords, but flushed with an honorable pleasure and pride--for their

epaulets had been gained by no family interests, no private

influence. They were worn as the reward of good service. Captain

Barclay wrung the boys' hands, silently. Their mother cried with

delight, and Milly danced round the boys like a small possessed

one.

"It is not for the absolute rank itself, boys, that I am pleased,"

their father said, when they had related the whole circumstances;

"for you have no idea of remaining in the French service and,

consequently, the rank will be of no use to you, after the end of

the war. Still, it is a thing all your lives to be proud of--that

you won your commission in the French army, by good service."

"What I am thinking of most," Mrs. Barclay said, "is that, now they

are officers in the regular army, they will run no risk of being

shot, if they are taken prisoners."

"We don't mean to be taken prisoners, mamma. Still, as you say, it

is certainly an advantage in favor of the regular uniform."

"And what is to become of Tim?" Milly asked.

"Oh, Tim is going to become a hussar, and act as one of the

general's orderlies; and be our servant, when he has nothing else

to do. You see, now we are officers, we have a right to servants."

"I am very glad Tim is going with you," Mrs. Barclay said. "My

brother tells us that he saved Philippe's life, and it seems a

comfort to know that he is with you."

The next morning Captain Barclay went down with them to the town,

and purchased a couple of capital horses which, by great good

fortune, were on sale.

Upon the morning of the fourth day of their visit, the boys took

leave of their father and mother, and left to join the headquarters

of General Cambriels. The parting was far less trying than it had

been, the first time they went away. The boys were not, now, going

out to an unknown danger. Although the risk that a staff officer

runs is, absolutely, somewhat greater than that incurred by a

regimental officer; still, it is slight in comparison with the risk

run by a franc tireur, employed in harassing an enemy, and in

cutting his communications--especially when capture means death.

Those who remained behind were encouraged partly by this thought,

but still more by the really irrational one that, as the boys had

gone away and come back safe, once, they would probably do so

again.

The evening of the same day, the Barclays reported themselves for

duty to the general and, next morning, began work. Their duty was

hard, though simple. By day they were constantly on duty--that is to

say, either riding over the country, or waiting near the general's

quarters in readiness for a start or--more seldom--writing, and

drawing up reports in the office. By night they took it in turns

with the other staff officers to be on duty--that is to say, to lie

down to sleep in uniform, with the horse saddled at the door, in

readiness to start at an instant's notice.

Tim's duties as an orderly were not heavy, and were generally over

by five o'clock; after which he acted as servant to the boys. It

was impossible, under the circumstances, for the staff to mess

together, as usual. There was neither a room available nor, indeed,

any of the appliances. Among Tim's other duties, therefore, was

that of cooking. They had also another orderly allotted to them,

and he devoted himself to the care of the horses; Tim undertaking

all other work.

The boys liked their new duties much. The work was hard, but

pleasant. Their fellow officers were pleasant companions, and their

general most kind, and genial.

A week after they had joined, General Cambriels advanced into the

Vosges to oppose the Prussians, who were marching south. The

progress of the army was slow, for they had to carry what supplies

they required with them. Colonel Tempe kept, with his command, a

few hours' march ahead; and one or other of the boys was frequently

dispatched with orders, etc. to obtain reports from him.

After three days' marching, they neared the enemy. All was now

watchfulness, and excitement. The franc tireurs were already

engaged in skirmishing and, early one morning, Ralph received

orders to ride forward and reconnoiter the enemy's position.

Passing through the posts of franc tireurs, he rode cautiously

along the road; with his hand on the butt of his revolver, and his