I had often wondered how the English Hussars had managed to ride over the Chasseurs of the Guards in the affair at Astorga, but I wondered no longer when I saw the English horses.
There was a ring for fastening bridles at the door of the inn, and the groom tied the horse there while he entered the house.

In an instant I had seen the chance which Fate had brought to me.

Were I in that saddle I should be better off than when I started.

Even Voltigeur could not compare with this magnificent creature.

To think is to act with me.
In one instant I was down the ladder and at the door of the stable.
The next I was out and the bridle was in my hand.