A bullet struck the horse and he fell.

The man leaped clear, but looked around in a dazed manner.

Then a bullet struck him too, and he staggered.

Robert with a cry rushed forward, and received into his arms the falling figure of St.Luc.
He eased the Chevalier to the ground and rested his head upon his knee.
"He isn't dead!" he exclaimed.

"He's only shot through the shoulder!" "Now, this is in truth the hand of Providence," said Willet gravely, "when you are here in the height of a great battle to break the fall of your own uncle!" "My uncle!" exclaimed Robert.
The Chevalier Raymond Louis de St.Luc smiled wanly.
"Yes, my nephew," he said, "your own uncle, though wounded grievously, on this the saddest of all days for France, son of my dear, dead sister, Gabrielle." Then he fainted dead away from loss of blood, and the Canadian, Dubois, appearing suddenly, helped them to revive him.