"Another quarter of an hour and they would have had to begin the battle afresh, for there would have been none of our fellows left.
Hurrah! hurrah!" he cried, as, with a tremendous volley and a ringing shout, the French fell upon the flank of the Russians.
The lads had fancied that before that onslaught the Russians must have given way at once.

But no.

Fresh columns of troops topped the hill, fresh batteries took the place of those which had suffered most heavily by the fire of our guns, and the fight raged as fiercely as ever.

Still, the boys had no fear of the final result.

The French were fairly engaged now, and from their distant camps fresh columns of troops could be seen streaming across the plateau.
Upon our allies now fell the brunt of the fight, and the British, wearied and exhausted, were able to take a short breathing-time.