Fritz sped through the forest, hot and breathless, yet straining every nerve to reach his goal.
It was a blazing day where the shade of the forest was not found, and this made the fighting all the harder.

Fritz's heart was heavy within him for the lives thrown away so needlessly.

When he reached the tent of the General, and was ushered into his presence, burning words rushed to his lips, and it was only with an effort that he commanded himself to speak calmly of the fight and deliver the message with which he was charged.
General Abercromby listened and frowned, and looked about him as though to take counsel with his officers.

But the best of these were away at the fight, and those with him were few and insignificant and inexperienced.
"Surely a little resolution and vigour would suffice to carry an insignificant breastwork, hastily thrown up only a few days ago," he said, unwilling to confess himself in the wrong.

"I will order up the Highland regiments to your aid.