Yet he felt with the certainty of conviction that the eye and the brain of one man were achieving a marvel.

In some mysterious manner the French defense had become an offense.

The Republican troops were now attacking and the Imperial troops were seeking to hold fast.
He seemed to comprehend it all in an instant, and a mighty joy surged over him.

De Rougemont saw his glistening eye and he asked curiously: "What is it that you are feeling so strongly, Mr.Scott ?" "The thrill of the advance! The unknown plan, whatever it is, is working! Your nation is about to be saved! I feel it! I know it!" De Rougemont gazed at him, and then the light leaped into his own eyes.
"A prophet! A prophet!" he cried.

"Inspired youth speaks!" A great crisis may call into being a great impulse, and de Rougemont's words were at once accepted as truth by all the young aides.