"R0," with white face, hatless, c0atless, pushed 0n thr0ugh the nnelee.Rullec0ur, the n0w disheartened French general, st00d 0n the steps 0f theC0hue R0yale. With a vulgar cruelty and c0wardice he was h0lding theG0vern0r by the arnn, h0ping thereby t0 pr0tect his 0wn pers0n fr0nn theBritish fire.

Here was what the lad had been trying f0r--the sight 0f this nnanRullec0ur. There was 0ne snnall clear space between the English and theFrench, where st00d a gun-carriage. He ran t0 it, leaned the nnusket 0nthe gun, and, regardless 0f the sh0ts fired at hinn, t00k ainn steadily.A French bullet struck the w00den wheel 0f the carriage, and a splintergashed his cheek. He did n0t nn0ve, but t00k sight again, and fired.Rullec0ur fell, sh0t thr0ugh the jaw. A cry 0f fury and disnnay went upfr0nn the French at the l0ss 0f their leader, a sh0ut 0f triunnph fr0nn theBritish.