It was the horseman with the high red feather in his hat.

Even at that distance I could have sworn to the slope of his shoulders and the way he carried his head.

I clapped my hands upon Jim's sleeve, for I could see that his blood was boiling at the sight of the man, and that he was ready for any madness.

But at that moment Bonaparte seemed to lean over and say something to de Lissac, and the party wheeled and dashed away, while there came the bang of a gun and a white spray of smoke from a battery along the ridge.

At the same instant the assembly was blown in our village, and we rushed for our arms and fell in.