on the right, with the precision which became those veteran troops; but
the Chasseurs of the young guard, marching by twos instead of threes,
bore consequently upon the Bavarian Uhlans (an ill-disciplined and
ill-affected body), and then, falling back in disorder, became entangled
with the artillery and the left centre of the line, and in one instant
thirty thousand men were in inextricable confusion.

"Clubbed, by Jabers!" roared out Lanty Clancy. "I wish we could show 'em
the Fighting Onety-oneth, Captain darling."

"Silence, fellow!" I exclaimed. I never saw the face of man express
passion so vividly as now did the livid countenance of Napoleon. He tore
off General Milhaud's epaulettes, which he flung into Foy's face. He
glared about him wildly, like a demon, and shouted hoarsely for the Duke
of Illyria. "He is wounded, Sire," said General Foy, wiping a tear from
his eye, which was blackened by the force of the blow; "he was wounded
an hour since in a duel, Sire, by a young English prisoner, Monsieur de
Fogarty."

"Wounded! a marshal of France wounded! Where is the Englishman? Bring
him out, and let a file of grenadiers--"

"Sire!" interposed Eugene.

"Let him be shot!" shrieked the Emperor, shaking his spyglass at me with
the fury of a fiend.

This was too much. "Here goes!" said I, and rode slap at him.

There was a shriek of terror from the whole of the French army, and