CHAPTER 15: In Disguise.
Leigh returned into the house with his sister.
"Cheer up, Patsey," he said; "it is very hard parting, but I have every hope that they will succeed in getting safely home.

Francois is a sharp fellow.

They have a good stock of food, and they won't have to go into any village and, being only two, they will have a far better chance of crossing the river than if they kept with the others." "How they are fighting!" Patsey said, a few minutes later.
Indeed the roar of musketry was unceasing, and was mingled with the louder cracks of the field guns.
"Our men are holding their own," Leigh replied.

"The firing is no nearer than it was half an hour ago.
"Now, you had better lie down, Patsey.

I will keep a sharp lookout and, the moment I see any signs of our men retiring, we will mount.
I know there is no chance of your sleeping, but it will rest you to lie down, and we shall have a long ride before us, tomorrow." Patsey nodded, but after he had gone out she did not lie down, but threw herself on her knees by the couch, and prayed for the safety of her husband.