"To whom you will, then; but I want to see that lieutenant."

He dared not name any others, fearing to hear again that fatal
"Killed!"

A quarter of an hour later the young lieutenant was ushered into
his tent, which was lighted faintly by a single lamp.

"Come nearer, lieutenant," said Bonaparte.

The young man made three steps and came within the circle of light.

"So you are the man who wished to cross the bridge before me?"
continued Bonaparte.

"It was done on a wager, general," gayly answered the young
lieutenant, whose voice made the general start.

"Did I make you lose it?"

"Maybe, yes; maybe, no."

"What was the wager?"

"That I should be promoted captain to-day."

"You have won it."

"Thank you, general."