He felt so much joy that he uttered a cry, and an echo of it came from a point almost by his side.
"Did I hear firing, John ?" It was Lannes' voice, feeble, but showing all the signs of returning strength, and again John uttered a joyous shout.
"You did," he replied.

"It was Uhlans in a grove.

I was flying low and their bullets whistled around us.

But the _Arrow_ has taken no harm.

I see, too, the hills and the stream which are our landmarks.