us. A dozen men started in pursuit, but he outdistanced them easily,
turning from time to time and waving the flag as if in derision.

We gazed in astonishment at the spectacle, wondering what it meant,
until Felix cried out, "'Tis the Englishman! 'Tis Roger Braund. He has
captured the flag!"

A great roar of cheering went up as he approached us, his helmet gone,
his face bleeding, his doublet slashed, but his eyes smiling cheerfully.
With an easy grace he jumped from his horse, and advancing on foot
presented the trophy to the Admiral.

"A memento of the battle-field, my lord," he said, with a courteous bow.

Coligny took the flag, and with a rare smile handed it back, saying,
"Monsieur, it could not remain in worthier hands! Let it be carried in
the ranks of your gallant countrymen, to whom we owe so much."

Roger bowed again. "The memory of your praise my lord," said he, "will
nerve us to deserve it."

As we rode back toward the river, every one tried to get near him, to
shake his hand, to praise him for his deed of daring. And in truth it
was a splendid action! Single-handed, he had charged into the press;
single-handed he had wrested the trophy by from its custodian; and,
still alone, had fought his way out. It was a brilliant feat, which we
of the Religion talked of round many a camp fire. And that it was done
by one who was not our countryman did not lessen our admiration.