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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Young Hero, by G Manville Fenn
+
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+Title: A Young Hero
+
+Author: G Manville Fenn
+
+Illustrator: Archibald Webb
+
+Release Date: May 8, 2007 [EBook #21380]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A YOUNG HERO ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
+
+
+
+
+A Young Hero, by G Manville Fenn.
+
+________________________________________________________________________
+
+This is a prettily produced little book.  It's not very long and doesn't
+have anything like the usual Manville Fenn subtle plot.
+
+The plot itself consists of an opening scene in which Doctor Martin, a
+most learned gentleman, is teaching Phil, the hero, his Latin.  Phil is
+perhaps eight or none years of age, not older then that,  Dr Martin is
+French, while Phil is English.
+
+It is a time in Canada in which war is about to break out between the
+English, who have colonised most of North America, and the French, who
+have occupied most of Canada. All of a sudden Phil's father, an officer
+with the English forces, appears, and requests that Dr Martin should
+abandon his house, and all his books and papers, and take the boy Phil
+to him in the English lines.  I should say this is a pretty ridiculous
+idea, but the poor old Doctor did just as he was told, thereby suffering
+many days of privation, and insult from the farmers whose land they
+passed through.  Eventually they arrive near the English lines, where
+they are arrested as possible spies.
+
+After a few weeks Phil's father appears, but at that point there is a
+battle, in which General Wolfe dies, being brought draughts of water in
+his dying hour by the young hero, Phil.
+
+To be frank I am surprised that George Manville Fenn wrote this book, as
+it could only serve to water down his reputation.  But it may have been
+an early work, or possibly one aimed at a different market than his
+usual teenager one.  There are other similarly produced books by him, so
+it may have been a fancy idea by the publisher, to produce some sort of
+a pseudo-historical series.
+
+________________________________________________________________________
+
+A YOUNG HERO, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER ONE.
+
+Dr Martin wore a close-fitting black silk cap.
+
+Why?
+
+Well, the answer to the old riddle, "Why does a miller wear a white
+hat?" is, "To keep his head warm."
+
+That answer would do for a reply to the question why this grey,
+anxious-looking Dr Martin wore a close-fitting black silk cap as he sat
+poring over an old book opposite Phil Carleton, who also bent over a
+book; but he was not reading, for he had a pencil in his fingers and a
+sheet of paper covering one page, upon which sheet he was making notes.
+
+Not a single one, for Phil was not far enough advanced for such work as
+that.  He was drawing, after a fashion, and very busily, when the old
+Doctor, his tutor, suddenly looked up.
+
+"Now, my dear boy," he said, "can you say that declension?"
+
+Phil started and shut up the book suddenly, turning very red the while.
+
+"Don't you know it yet?" said the Doctor, gravely.
+
+The boy shook his head and looked terribly confused.
+
+"Then you cannot have been studying it.  What have you there?"
+
+The Doctor spoke like a Frenchman, and said _dere_.
+
+"Ah," he continued, reaching out his hand and drawing out the paper.  "I
+see, drawing-soldiers, eh?"
+
+Phil nodded.
+
+"Vairy fonnee soldiers, my boy.  I should not know but for this sword.
+And is this a gun?"
+
+Phil nodded again.
+
+"Ah," said the old French-Canadian, "it is a pity you think so much of
+soldiers.  You should learn your lesson."
+
+"I'm going to be a soldier--some day," said Phil.
+
+"Ah, yes, some day.  Like my dear old friend, your father," said the
+Doctor, with a sigh.
+
+"Yes," cried the boy, eagerly.  "Is he coming to see me, Dr Martin?"
+
+"Why do you ask?  Are you not happy here?"
+
+"Not very," said the boy, sadly.
+
+"Ah, I am sorry.  What is the reason?  There, speak out."
+
+The boy hesitated for a few moments, and then burst out with, "It's
+because of the Latin, and what Pierre said."
+
+"Ah, the Latin is hard, my child; but if you work hard it will grow
+easy.  But tell me; what does Pierre say?"
+
+"He says the French are going to fight the English and drive them out of
+the country, and my father is sure to be killed."
+
+"Pierre is a bad, cruel boy to speak to you like that.  He deserves the
+stick."
+
+"Then there is not going to be any fighting, Dr Martin?"
+
+The old man shook his head.
+
+"I am afraid," he said, sadly.  "Perhaps you ought to know, my child.
+The English troops are advancing against the city yonder, and I am very
+anxious.  I am hoping every day to obtain some news from your father--a
+letter or a message, to tell me what to do.  It is unfortunate that we
+should be staying here among my people and war to begin."
+
+"Then there is going to be fighting?" cried the boy.
+
+"I fear so, my boy."
+
+"Then I know."
+
+"You know what, Phil?"
+
+"My father will come and fetch me."  The old man shook his head.
+
+"He is with his regiment, my child, and could not come away."
+
+The old man stopped short, for the door was suddenly thrown open, and a
+big, heavy-looking boy of seventeen or eighteen came hurriedly in.
+
+"Some one wants you, Uncle Martin," he cried.
+
+"Yes, quite right," came in a sharp, short, military tone.  "That will
+do, my young friend.  Thanks."
+
+The speaker, a tall bronzed personage in plain clothes, strode into the
+room, held the door open, and signed to the big lad to pass out, which
+he did slowly and unwillingly, but not before he had heard Phil utter
+the one word, "Father!" as he sprang forward to fling his arms round the
+visitor's waist.
+
+"My boy!" was the response.  Then to the Doctor, "That's unlucky!  But
+that boy does not understand English?"
+
+The Doctor shook his head.
+
+"I am afraid he does, quite well enough to grasp who you are."
+
+"Tut! tut! tut!" ejaculated the visitor.  "But tell me; are there any
+troops near here?"
+
+"Many, a few miles away," said the Doctor.
+
+"But he is not likely to go and tell them that there is an Englishman
+here?"
+
+"I hope not.  Oh, no; I will see that he does not.  Then there is risk
+in your coming here, my friend?"
+
+"I'm afraid so; but I was obliged to come, Martin."
+
+"But, father, why have you not come in your uniform?"
+
+"Quiet, boy," was the reply; "I have no time to explain.  Look here,
+Martin, old friend; when I agreed that Phil here should come on this
+long visit with you I had no idea that matters would turn out like this.
+But there is no time to waste.  You must get out of the country as fast
+as you can."
+
+"With your son?"
+
+"Of course.  Get south, beyond the English lines.  You understand?"
+
+"Yes.  Quite."
+
+"Then now get me something; bread and meat or bread and water--I am
+nearly starved."
+
+"You'll have dinner with us, father?" cried Phil.
+
+"No, my boy; I must be off at once."
+
+"Oh, father, take me with you," cried Phil, piteously.
+
+"I cannot, my boy.  I must get back to my regiment, and at once."
+
+"So soon?" said the old Doctor, sadly.
+
+"Yes, so soon.  If it got about that I was here I should be seized and
+shot for a spy."
+
+"Father!" cried Phil, clinging to him.
+
+"But I am not going to be caught, nor shot neither, my boy," cried the
+Captain, raising him on a chair so that they stood face to face.
+
+"And you'll take me with you, father?"
+
+"Impossible, boy.  Come, be a man.  You shall join me soon, but I cannot
+take you with me.  Dr Martin will bring you."
+
+"But, father--"
+
+"Phil, what have I always taught you?" cried the Captain.
+
+"To--to--be obedient."
+
+"That's right.  Now, do you want to help me?"
+
+"Yes, father.  So much."
+
+"Then listen to all I say.  Now, Doctor," continued the Captain, "I have
+ventured into the enemy's camp--not as a spy, but to see you and my boy.
+I dare not stay ten minutes before I hurry back to join our people."
+
+"Then the English forces are near?" said the old Doctor, excitedly.
+
+"That is not for you to know or question me upon.  It is enough if I
+tell you that this is no place for my son, and if things go against us
+you will take him back to England.  You promise that?"
+
+"I have promised it, Carleton.  I have all your old instructions, and
+come what may I will deliver him safely into the hands of your relatives
+and friends."
+
+"I am satisfied, Doctor," said the Captain, huskily, "and I shall go
+back to my regiment in peace.  Now then, the bread and meat I asked
+for--quick!  And you will see that the lad who showed me in does not
+leave the place till I have been an hour upon my road?  I must have that
+start, for my poor horse is pretty well done up."
+
+The Doctor made no reply, but hurried out of the room, leaving father
+and son together, when the Captain laid his hands upon his son's
+shoulders.
+
+"That was all very brave and well done, my boy," he said.  "Now I am
+going away quite at rest about you, for I know that you will do as you
+have promised."
+
+"Yes, father.  But--"
+
+"But what, Phil?"
+
+"Oh, do, pray--pray, take me with you!"
+
+Captain Carleton winced, and his hands tightened upon the boy's
+shoulders, while his voice sounded husky as he spoke.
+
+"Phil," he said, "do you know what I am?"
+
+"Yes, a soldier; one of the King's captains, father."
+
+"Right, boy; and didn't I tell you that a soldier must always do his
+duty?"
+
+"Yes, father."
+
+"And that boys must always do theirs?  Well, sir, the King says I must
+march with the army at once, and I say you must do your duty too."
+
+"Yes, father," said Phil, in a choking voice, "and I will."
+
+"Spoken like a man."
+
+At that moment the door was re-opened hurriedly.
+
+"Ah, Martin," cried the Captain, sharply, "you have bad news?"
+
+"Yes--that lad Pierre has gone across the fields towards the town."
+
+"Where the French soldiers are stationed?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then I have no time to lose.  The bread--the meat!"
+
+"I--I--" faltered the old man.
+
+"Thought only of my safety," said the Captain.  "Here, stop!  Phil!
+Where are you going?"
+
+But the boy dashed through the open door, which swung to behind him.
+
+"Call him back," cried the Captain, excitedly.  "I must say good-bye,
+for we may never meet again.  Stop; I am weak enough without that.  I
+ought not to have come.  Martin, old friend, remember.  I trust you, and
+if fate makes him an orphan--"
+
+"You have known me all these years, Carleton, and I have grown to love
+him as if he was my own.  Trust me still, and--"
+
+There was a quick footstep, the door was kicked open, and Phil rushed
+in, panting and flushed, with a large loaf under one arm and a basket in
+his hand, out of which the crisp brown legs of a roast chicken were
+sticking.
+
+"Here, father!" he cried.
+
+"Bravo!  Good forager," cried the Captain, snatching the provisions from
+the boy to throw on the table before clasping Phil to his breast in one
+quick, tight embrace.
+
+The next minute he had thrust the little fellow into the Doctor's arms.
+
+"Remember!" he cried aloud, and catching up basket and loaf, he bounded
+out of the open window and ran across the garden to the yard, where he
+had left his horse tethered to a post.
+
+It seemed directly after that Phil was standing on the window-sill
+waving his hand and shouting, "Good-bye--good-bye, father!"
+
+But his words were not heard by the Captain, who was urging his tired
+horse into a gallop.
+
+It was none too soon, for a body of soldiers were coming at the double
+from the direction of the town, and with a cry of rage the boy whispered
+through his teeth:
+
+"Look, there's Pierre running to show them the way!"
+
+"Hush!  Quick, Phil; we must go."
+
+"After father?" cried the boy, joyously.
+
+"No; we must make for the woods."
+
+The old man hurried out by the back door, and then keeping under the
+shelter of fence and hedge, they made for a patch of woodland, which hid
+them from the Captain's pursuers.
+
+"Let's wait here for a few moments to get breath," panted the old man.
+
+As he spoke there was the report of a musket, followed by a scattered
+series of shots.
+
+"What's that?" whispered Phil, excitedly.  "I know; but they can't hit
+father, he's riding away too fast.  Do you think they'll shoot after us?
+I wish I had a gun."
+
+"Why?" said the Doctor, smiling.
+
+"Because I feel as if I should like to shoot at Pierre."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER TWO.
+
+The patch of woodland in which Dr Martin and his pupil were hiding was
+not large, and before long they had reached the farther side and stopped
+short to crouch down among the bushes, fearing to go out in the open
+country.
+
+"They'd see us directly," said Phil.  "There's another shot.  I say,
+doesn't that show the soldiers haven't been able to hit my father?"
+
+"Of course," said the Doctor, cheerfully; and then after listening while
+the firing kept on, sounding more and more distant till it stopped
+altogether, he held his breath in dread lest the boy should notice this
+and ask him whether the silence might mean that the French soldiers had
+at last hit either man or horse.  But to the old man's great relief Phil
+took the silence to mean that the Captain had escaped, and was in a high
+state of excitement and showed his delight.
+
+"They'll come after us now," he said, "but I don't care now father has
+got away."
+
+"Then you wouldn't mind being taken a prisoner, Phil?" said the Doctor.
+
+"Oh, yes, I should.  It would be dreadful for you."
+
+"And for you, my boy."
+
+"Oh, I don't think I should mind much, Dr Martin.  It would be good fun
+too."
+
+"Good fun?"
+
+"Yes," said the boy, with a merry grin upon his frank young face.  "We
+should have no books, and there'd be no lessons."
+
+"I could teach you without books, Phil," said the Doctor, gravely.
+
+"Yes, I forgot that," said the boy.  "Oh, what a lot you know!"
+
+"Very little, my dear boy; but we cannot think about lessons now--we
+have to escape.  We must not let the soldiers take us."
+
+"Of course not; but, I say, Dr Martin, I don't think I understand it a
+bit.  Why are the French and English going to fight?"
+
+"I'm afraid it is because they consider themselves natural enemies, my
+boy.  Your people have a great part of North America and my people have
+Canada.  War has been declared, and King George's soldiers have come to
+take Canada from the French King."
+
+"And that means fighting, of course," said Phil.  "My father has come
+with his men to fight against the Marquis--Marquis--What did you say his
+name is?"
+
+"Montcalm.  The Marquis de Montcalm," replied the Doctor, "who is at
+Quebec."
+
+"And my father's men are going to take Quebec away from him for the King
+of England."
+
+"Your father's leader is General Wolfe," said the Doctor, smiling.
+
+"Oh, yes, I know--General Wolfe," said Phil, eagerly.  "But, I say, Dr
+Martin, shan't we be able to go back to the house--I'm getting so
+hungry?"
+
+"No; I'm afraid we must not go back to the house again."
+
+"But all our things are there."
+
+"Yes, all our clothes, and my books."
+
+"But what about dinner?" cried Phil.
+
+"Ah, to be sure," said the old man, smiling, "what about dinner!  You
+see, Phil," he continued, as he looked about in all directions over the
+open country, "your father said we were to get right away from the
+fighting, and after it was over he would come and join us."
+
+"Yes, I know," said the boy.
+
+"Well, we should have had to start to-night, or to-morrow, so it only
+means that we have come away in a hurry and meet him all the sooner."
+
+"To be sure," said the boy, eagerly.
+
+"You won't mind going without your dinner?"
+
+"Of course not," cried Phil, stoutly.
+
+"And if we have to sleep in a barn or shed somewhere to-night instead of
+a comfortable bed, you won't mind that either, will you?"
+
+"Not a bit," cried Phil.  "Let's sleep in the forest, and cut down
+boughs and pick leaves for a bed.  It would be fun.  I should like it."
+
+"To be sure you would."
+
+"Wouldn't you, Dr Martin?"
+
+"That I should, my boy," cried the Doctor, who was still eagerly
+searching the fields and meadows broken up by patches of forest.  "Look
+here, Phil; we want to get away, as your father wishes, from all this
+terrible war, so we'll put all lessons aside and think of nothing but
+making this a holiday excursion amongst the fields and woods; and when
+we get tired we'll sit down on a tree trunk and rest, and if the sun is
+too hot we will have a nap in the shade.  Sometimes we shall be
+thirsty."
+
+"And then we'll lie down on the bank of a river and drink," cried Phil,
+clapping his hands.
+
+"To be sure--drink the beautiful clear water.  We can sleep, too, in the
+fir woods.  The soft fir needles make a beautiful aromatic bed."
+
+"What's aromatic?" said Phil, with his eyes sparkling.
+
+"Sweet-scented and spicy."
+
+"I shall like that," cried the boy; "only won't the fir needles prick
+when we undress?"
+
+"But we shan't undress, my boy."
+
+"What fun!  Father will laugh when I tell him by and by.  But you don't
+say a word about what we are to eat, Dr Martin?"
+
+"Oh, we shall find something to eat.  Why, we might catch some fish
+perhaps in the streams."
+
+"Yes," cried Phil, excitedly.
+
+"And make a fire and bake them in the hot ashes."
+
+"To be sure," cried Phil, clapping his hands again.
+
+"Sometimes, too, we may be able to dig up a few potatoes."
+
+"And roast them."
+
+"Of course.  You'll like making a fire."
+
+"I shall," cried the boy, with emphasis.
+
+"Then we can call at a farm sometimes and buy some bread and milk and--"
+
+"I say, Dr Martin, this _is_ going to be a holiday.  Which way are we
+going?"
+
+"Straight away yonder, my boy--south, towards the British possessions."
+
+"Make haste then.  Take hold of my hand and let's run like father calls
+double.  Let's get to that river we drove to in the car months ago."
+
+"Yes, we might go that way," said the Doctor, thoughtfully.  "But why
+did you choose that route?"
+
+"Because I want to catch some fish for dinner."
+
+"Without hook or line?"
+
+"I shall go into the shallow, where we can see them, and splash them out
+with my hands."
+
+"To be sure, or perhaps spear one with a long, sharp stick."
+
+"Yes, I'll try that.  Oh, do let's go on at once.  I want to begin."
+
+"Very well," said the Doctor, after a long, anxious look round.  "You go
+first, and I'll follow."
+
+"Let's walk fast," said Phil.
+
+"Yes, let's walk fast," replied the Doctor.
+
+And they started off along by the wood side, then by hedges and ditches,
+and on and on, keeping to the open country and avoiding every farm, Phil
+trudging away manfully, while whenever he showed his weariness, the
+Doctor picked out some beautiful flowery prairie, or the side of a pine
+wood, that they might rest.
+
+But the way was rough and long, and when Phil's enthusiasm had lasted
+till far in the afternoon, the sun seemed to beat down hot, and the poor
+boy's feet dragged heavily, while much talking had made the Doctor's
+voice sound husky, and a great thirst troubled both.
+
+"Getting tired, Phil?"
+
+The little fellow turned--his weary, troubled eyes towards his
+questioner, and was about to say, "Oh, so tired and so hungry!"  But he
+forced himself to say:
+
+"Yes, just a little."
+
+"Ah, and so am I," said the old man, cheerily; "but look yonder!"
+
+"Soldiers!" cried Phil, excitedly.
+
+"No, no, no, my boy; we are free and safe, and out in the open country.
+I mean, look at that dark fir wood yonder, and the gleam of sunshine on
+water!  Let's get there and rest and bathe our feet; and then what do
+you say to a nap?"
+
+"Shall we find the fish and make the fire, Dr Martin?" said the boy,
+anxiously.
+
+"I hope so," was the reply.  "Let's try.  Come along.  Hang on to my
+hand; or, look here, Phil, what do you say to a pig-a-back?"
+
+"Yes," cried the little fellow, holding out his hands eagerly.  "No, I
+won't.  I'm not quite tired, and I'm getting so heavy now.  It isn't
+far, is it?"
+
+"Not very," said the Doctor, rather faintly, and they trudged on and
+reached a little stream, which cut its way through the sandy land just
+at the very edge of a pine wood, to sink at once upon the bank.
+
+There were no fish visible, but the clear water was delicious, and they
+drank long and deeply, before bathing their weary and sore feet.
+
+"What fun!" cried Phil, reviving a little as he buried his feet in the
+soft, warm, dry sand and let it trickle between his toes.
+
+But a cloud came over his face directly after, for it was many hours
+since anything had passed his lips.  There was abundance of dead wood
+low down about the trunks of the fir-trees, but no flint and steel or
+tinder-box to obtain fire, and the evening was very near.
+
+The Doctor looked far and near, but no farmhouse or settlement was in
+sight, and when after a long rest he proposed that they should make a
+fresh start and Phil replaced his socks and shoes, he limped when he
+stood up, and in spite of a brave effort the tears would come to his
+eyes.
+
+"Let's rest a little longer," said the Doctor, tenderly, and he led the
+way a short distance into what proved to be a vast pine forest, where
+the needles that had fallen for ages lay in a thick dry bed.  "Let's try
+here," he said, as he raked a hollow beneath the great far-spreading
+boughs, which were thick enough to form a shelter from any wind or rain
+that might come.
+
+"Lie down, my boy," said the old man, gently, and the little fellow
+glanced at him piteously and obeyed.
+
+"Oh, don't look at me so reproachfully, my child," sighed the Doctor to
+himself, as the weary boy's eyes looked large and dark in the shade; but
+only for a few moments before they grew dull, and then the lids fell and
+he was sleeping so soundly that he did not stir when the Doctor raked
+the soft sweet-scented pine needles round him till he lay as if it were
+in a nest.
+
+And only a few minutes after the Doctor had sunk lower and lower,
+drooping over his charge to keep watch, but only to leave that to the
+great bright stars which came out one by one, peering down among the
+pine boughs at the dark spot where the travellers, old and young, were
+sleeping soundly.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER THREE.
+
+Phil was the first to wake in the soft grey morning, to lie listening to
+a regular sharp tapping made by a busy woodpecker somewhere among the
+ancient pines; and he wondered some time what it meant and where he was.
+But a soft deep breath close to his ear made him start round so
+suddenly that he awoke Dr Martin, who started up looking as surprised
+as his bed-fellow.
+
+"I couldn't recollect where I was," said Phil, "Oh, I am so hungry."
+
+"And no wonder, my poor boy.  There, come and bathe your face with me,
+and at all costs we must get to some farmhouse and buy or beg our
+breakfast."
+
+The bathing was soon at an end, and though disposed to limp a little,
+Phil stepped out bravely in the direction the Doctor chose, and with
+such good effect that before long the chimneys of a farmhouse were seen,
+for which they made at once.
+
+"Cows," said Phil, eagerly, "and a man milking."
+
+It was as the little fellow said, for half a dozen cows were dreamily
+munching grass, while a sour-looking man was seated upon a stool.  Dr
+Martin walked up at once, the man being so intent upon the milking that
+he did not raise his head till the Doctor spoke, when he started so
+violently that he nearly overset the pail.
+
+"Who are you?  What is it?" he cried.
+
+"We are travellers, and hungry," replied the Doctor, in French.  "Will
+you sell us some--"
+
+He got no farther.
+
+"Here, I know you, sir.  You are the English spy, old Martin's friend,
+who came to live with him, and that is the boy.  I know you and what you
+have done.  You have brought the English here to take the place."
+
+"Indeed you wrong me, sir," cried the Doctor, humbly.  "It is a
+mistake."
+
+"A mistake," cried the man, furiously.  "You'll soon find out that it
+is, for you and the English cub.  Our soldiers were here looking for you
+last night.  I know where they are now."
+
+"I cannot help it," said the Doctor, sadly.  "The poor boy is starving;
+he has eaten nothing since breakfast yesterday.  I will pay you well,
+sir, for all you sell me."
+
+"I sell to a spy?  Never a bit nor a drop."
+
+He shouted his words in the Canadian-French _patois_, opening a big
+knife in a threatening manner.
+
+"Indeed you are mistaken, sir.  Pray sell us bread and milk, for the
+poor boy's sake.  He is starving."
+
+"Let him starve in prison then.  Off with you--off!"
+
+He advanced upon them with so fierce a gesture that the Doctor caught
+Phil's arm, thrust him behind so as to screen him from danger, and then
+backed away.
+
+"My poor boy," he groaned, pressing Phil closer to him.  "It is like
+being in an enemy's land--and one of my own countrymen too."
+
+"He must be a friend of Pierre," said Phil.  "Oh, Dr Martin, this is
+not like a holiday.  What shall we do?"
+
+"Pray, boy, that all Frenchmen are not so stony-hearted.  There, there,
+be brave; we shall find others yet who will not treat you so, and--"
+
+"Hist!--Stop!" came from a clump of trees on their right.
+
+"Who spoke?" said Phil, with a wondering look.
+
+"I.  Come here, out of sight of the house," and the next minute the
+wanderers were gazing excitedly at a ruddy-cheeked girl, who stood
+before them with a big jug in one hand, a basket in the other.
+
+"Who are you?" said the Doctor, eagerly.
+
+"His girl," was the hurried reply.  "Father is so angry with the
+English.  He wants to go and fight them.  Here, boy, bread and milk.
+Take them, and go right away.  Father must not know.  He would beat me."
+
+"Bless you for your goodness," cried the Doctor, with the tears rising
+to his eyes.
+
+"It was not for you," said the girl, angrily.  "I hate you for bringing
+the English here.  It was for him.  I could not bear to see him hungry
+and in want.  I could not have eaten my own breakfast if I had.  Will
+you kiss me, dear?" she said, softly, as she bent down, and thrust the
+basket and pitcher in Phil's hands.  "I had a little brother once so
+like you.  He is dead though, and--"
+
+She uttered a sob, and the tears that ran down her cheeks remained on
+Phil's face as he raised his lips to hers.  The next minute she was
+running in and out amongst the trees back towards the farm, leaving
+Phil's eyes wet as well, as he stood looking after her till she was out
+of sight.
+
+"Come, boy," said the Doctor, huskily, "drink--drink heartily.  Let me
+open the basket.  What is in it!  Hot bread-cakes.  She must have been
+up early to have made these.  Come, Phil, boy; be brave.  We must meet
+with sharp stones in every path; but there are flowers too.  Drink and
+eat.  It is going to be a grand holiday after all."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER FOUR.
+
+There were more sharp stones in their way that day than flowers.  The
+Doctor and his charge tramped steadily on that morning, till in the
+distance they suddenly saw stretched out before them a long line of
+something which kept on glittering in the sunlight.
+
+"Soldiers," cried Phil, excitedly.  "I know.  I can see the bayonets on
+their guns.  It must be my father's men."
+
+"In blue coats, Phil?" said the Doctor, sadly.
+
+The boy was silent for a few moments, as he stood with his brow knit,
+before saying slowly:
+
+"No; their coats are red, and they have white leggings."
+
+There was nothing for it but to turn back and then strike off in another
+direction, which they followed till evening, when the bread was eaten,
+the milk having been finished at noon, and the basket and pitcher placed
+together in a tree.
+
+"I should like to come and find them again some day and take them back
+to her," said Phil.  "We may come here again, mayn't we?"
+
+"Perhaps," said the Doctor, with a sigh; and then, "Phil, my child, are
+you very, very tired?"
+
+"Not so tired as I was last night.  Why do you ask?"
+
+"Because we must not sleep in a wood to-night; we must walk on till we
+come to some farm and ask for a lodging there."
+
+"No, no," cried the boy, quickly, "the man will drive us away.  I would
+rather sleep under the trees."
+
+"We must risk being driven away, boy."  And just at dusk, where all was
+strange to them both, they approached another lonely cottage-like place,
+with barn and sheds and cattle near, Phil shrinking but taking heart as
+he found that a woman was the only person in sight.
+
+"Who are you?  What do you want?" she said, scanning them suspiciously.
+
+"Travellers," replied the Doctor, "trying to get where there is no war."
+
+"Ah!" cried the woman, quickly.  "Yes.  It is too dreadful; and you with
+that brave little man tramping like that.  Soldiers--hundreds,
+thousands, have been by here to-day."
+
+"French or English?" cried Phil, excitedly.
+
+"I could not tell," said the woman, smiling, and patting the little
+fellow's cheek.  "Yours?" she added, to the Doctor, "or are you his
+grandfather?"
+
+"No; he is my little pupil.  I am his teacher."
+
+"And you are going away from the war because of him?"
+
+"Yes," said the Doctor, simply.  "Will you give us a bed to sleep in, or
+clean straw in one of your sheds, with supper?  I will pay you."
+
+"Pay me!" said the woman, angrily.  "What would my good man say if I
+took money for doing that?"
+
+"Your husband?"
+
+"Yes; he had to leave me to go and fight."
+
+Phil drew a deep breath, for the woman's words seemed to go through him.
+She spoke in French, and he expected that she would look upon them
+directly as enemies and drive them from the door.  The next minute he
+felt that the time had come, for she turned to him and said:
+
+"But you do not speak like one of us, little one.  You are not French?"
+
+Phil drew himself up, and his face looked white and then flushed deeply
+red, as he gazed bravely in the woman's face, the Doctor watching him
+the while with his forehead wrinkled, as if he had grown ten years older
+as he stood.
+
+"What will my pupil say?" he muttered to himself.
+
+It was bravely spoken.
+
+"No, I am English," he said.
+
+"Ah!" said the woman, softly.  "Why are you here?  Who are your people--
+your father?"
+
+It was hard, but Phil felt that he must speak out; and he did it
+bravely, suffering agony as soon as he had spoken, for the woman looked
+at him in silence.
+
+A few minutes later Phil was sitting back watching the woman blowing up
+the fire to heat some of the evening's milk and fry fresh eggs for her
+visitors, joining them in a hearty meal and laughing, too, the end, as
+after struggling hard to keep his eyes open, Phil let his head sink
+slowly down upon the table--fast asleep, too much worn out to feel when
+the Doctor lifted him out to follow their hostess into the next room,
+where a clean bed was given up to them.  For when the Doctor declined
+and said he was sure it was the woman's, she told him it was her own and
+that she would do with it as she pleased.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER FIVE.
+
+The sun was high when Phil woke next morning, to find the weary Doctor
+sleeping still; but he started up at a touch, and hearing them about,
+their hostess came and tapped at the door to say that breakfast was
+ready, and later on when they stepped out she looked sadly at them, for
+she had news.
+
+"I woke at daylight," she said.  "There were guns firing, and the
+fighting has been going on ever since.  Quick!  Come and eat your
+breakfast and go.  It is not safe for that little fellow to be staying
+here."
+
+Phil had no appetite to finish that breakfast.  Before it was half done
+he had started to his feet, to run to the door, full of dread for his
+father, for one after the other came the reports of heavy guns in the
+distance, and from much nearer the rattle of musketry, telling that
+instead of leaving the terrible encounters far behind, either they had
+marched right amongst it or the opposing armies had suddenly turned in
+their direction.
+
+There was no time to waste.  The Doctor pressed money upon their kind
+hostess, but she refused it angrily, and hurried them from the house.
+
+"Go that way!" she said, pointing towards where the sky looked light and
+clear, for away behind the house clouds were rising like to those in a
+storm; but they were clouds of smoke slowly gathering above a city miles
+away, and the gloom increased.
+
+But Phil's hostess had not let him go away empty-handed.
+
+"You'll want something to eat by and by," she said, and then the little
+fellow looked at her wonderingly, her parting word sounded to his
+English ears so strange, for she said "adieu" and not "good-bye."
+
+"Walk fast, boy," said the Doctor, almost harshly; "we must rest by and
+by."
+
+They hurried on for quite two hours, and then, hot and weary, the old
+man suffering as hardly as the boy, they slackened their pace, and once
+more making for a patch of woodland, rested for a while in the shade.
+But not for long.
+
+"I can't hear the guns now," whispered Phil, after a long silence.
+
+"No," said the Doctor, "I have not heard a sound for quite
+half-an-hour."
+
+"But where are we going now?"
+
+The Doctor smiled sadly and shook his head.
+
+"Where fate leads us, Phil," he said; "anywhere to be out of this
+terrible work."
+
+He had hardly spoken before the crash of many guns made them start to
+their feet, Phil beginning to run out in the open in his sudden alarm,
+but only to turn back directly and catch at the Doctor's hand.
+
+"Ah!" cried the old man, drawing him in amongst the trees; "that was
+running into fresh danger.  Look!"
+
+Phil was already looking at a line of men who seemed to have suddenly
+started out of the ground a hundred yards away.
+
+At the same moment the Doctor threw himself down amongst the thick
+growth, dragging his companion with him.
+
+"Lie close," he whispered, and it was well that they were both lying
+flat, for there was a flash of light, a long line of smoke, and in
+response to a sharp pattering sound a little shower of twigs and leaves
+came dropping around.
+
+This was answered by firing evidently from the other side of the wood
+again and again, the reports each time sounding more and more distant,
+while as Phil lay flat upon his face he could hear trampling and the
+sounds of men hurrying among the trees right past them, two coming so
+near that the boy wondered that they were not seen.
+
+"Don't speak, my boy," whispered the Doctor, as he held Phil's hand,
+though the words were not needed, for the boy's attention was so taken
+up by the exciting events that surrounded him that he was all eyes and
+ears for the next thing that should happen.
+
+For the soldiers that passed on, firing as they went, seemed to receive
+a check, and were driven back, filling the wood with smoke, which hung
+low and seemed to cling to the lower branches of the trees.  But the men
+recovered their ground and passed on once more, the firing growing more
+distant.
+
+"Now," said the Doctor, at last, "let's try again, boy."
+
+A sharp volley from another direction was followed by the pattering down
+of more twigs and leaves, and the Doctor uttered a groan and laid his
+hand upon Phil's head to press it closer to the ground.
+
+"Are you hurt, Dr Martin?" whispered the boy, raising himself suddenly
+in the fear that he now felt for the first time.
+
+"No, no, my child.  Lie still.  We must not stir yet."
+
+It was not till nightfall that they could venture to leave the wood, and
+it was by guesswork, for the stars were clouded over, that the Doctor
+made for what he believed to be the south, but not to go far in the
+darkness, on account of the twinkling fires which shone out here and
+there as if all around them.  That night they slept in another pine
+wood, to keep on starting up from time to time during the night,
+awakened now by a shot, and twice over by the sound of a bugle, which
+came from the direction of the watch fires.
+
+There was no further engagement during the next day, but every attempt
+to get out of the wood in which they sheltered was in vain; for they
+were surrounded by the troops dotted here and there, as if watching for
+the next attack.
+
+They had not come away empty-handed, but the food given to them by their
+French hostess had come to an end, and at a word from the Doctor, as
+evening fell, Phil sprang to his feet.
+
+"Yes," he cried, "they won't see us now.  Oh, how I wish I was
+different, Dr Martin!  But I can't help it."
+
+"Different?" said the old man, pressing his shoulder.  "In what way?
+Why?"
+
+"I keep on getting so hungry and wanting to eat, when I know I ought to
+be patient and wait."
+
+"Poor boy," said the Doctor, with a little laugh.  "How strange that you
+should be perfectly natural, Phil, eh?  There, we'll make a brave effort
+to get right away now, and perhaps we shall find another French friend
+whose husband is away in the fight."
+
+"And then we could sleep in a bed once more," said Phil after a long
+silence, during which they had been pressing on, with the bushes through
+which they passed rustling loudly.
+
+"Yes, after a splendid supper," replied the Doctor, in French.
+
+"Oui!" cried Phil, joyously, and then his heart seemed to stand still,
+for from just in front, where all looked dark, there was the rattle of
+muskets and a voice shouted in plain English:
+
+"Halt!  Who goes there?"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SIX.
+
+"Stop!  For pity's sake," cried the Doctor.  "Don't fire!"
+
+There was a rush and they were surrounded.  Phil was seized roughly by
+two soldiers, while two more dragged the Doctor to his knees.
+
+"I've got a monster, sergeant," cried one of the men.  "Hold still, you
+wriggling little worm."
+
+"Let me go," cried Phil, angrily.
+
+"Now then, who are you?" cried a harsh voice out of the darkness.
+"Spies from the French camp, sergeant; that's certain," said another
+voice.
+
+"Silence in the ranks!" roared the sergeant.  "Now then, sir, what are
+you?"
+
+"Travellers going south to escape from the war," said the Doctor,
+huskily.
+
+"Won't do," said the sergeant.  "Bad attempt at English.  Why, you were
+speaking in French just now."
+
+"Yes; I am a French teacher--the tutor to my little pupil here, the son
+of an English officer."
+
+"Bah!" cried the sergeant.  "What a lame tale.  You talked French or
+some other lingo, and I heard the boy say `Oui!'"
+
+"Yes, sir; we talk in French sometimes so that the boy may learn."
+
+"Oh, indeed!  Well, you're prisoners now, and he shall be taught to
+speak English.  Bring them along."
+
+"Pardon, sir.  You belong to the English force?"
+
+"I rather think we do, mounseer.  Search them, my lads.  No, wait till
+we get them to headquarters.  What papers have you?"
+
+"Papers, sir?"
+
+"Yes, despatches.  Letters."
+
+"Only my pocket-book," said the Doctor.
+
+"Got it, sergeant," said one of the men.
+
+"Nothing else?"
+
+"No, sergeant; not that I can find."
+
+"Perhaps they're hidden upon the boy.  Like enough."
+
+Phil soon found that it was vain to resist, and he had to suffer being
+roughly searched.
+
+"Eh?  What's that?" said the sergeant.
+
+"Says he wants to be taken to his father."
+
+"Yes, I want to go to my father, to tell him Dr Martin has been taken
+prisoner by English soldiers."
+
+"Then you can't go," growled the sergeant.  "Here, who is your father,
+young shaver?"
+
+"Captain Carleton, of the 200th Regiment, sir," said Phil, stoutly.
+
+"The 200th Regiment, eh?  I don't know any Captain Carleton.  But bring
+them along."
+
+The prisoners were marched off at once through the darkness towards
+where the fires were burning brightly, and after being challenged again
+and again, the sergeant led them to the front of a tent, out of which a
+couple of officers, evidently high in command, came quickly, and were
+about to hurry away, but stopped for a few moments to listen to the
+sergeant's report.
+
+"You are sure they have no despatch upon them?"
+
+"Certain, sir.  They have been searched twice."
+
+"Let them be detained," said the officer, sharply.
+
+The sergeant marched them off to a large tent, and into this the two
+prisoners were ushered, to find themselves in company with some half a
+dozen French soldiers, one of whom lay wounded and in pain upon a truss
+of straw at the side, the dim light from a lanthorn swinging from the
+tent pole striking strangely upon the man's pallid face.
+
+"There you are," said the sergeant, cheerfully, "and I just give you
+both warning; there are about a dozen men on duty about this tent with
+orders to shoot down anyone who tries to escape.  Eh, what say?"
+
+"We shall not try to escape; sir," said the Doctor, quietly; "but that
+boy--he has been tramping about for hours without food, and is nearly
+starved."
+
+"Eh?  Poor little chap!  Hungry?"
+
+"Yes, sir, dreadfully, and so is Dr Martin."
+
+"Well, we English don't starve our prisoners, even if they are French.
+Wait a bit and I'll see what I can do," said the sergeant, with gruff
+good nature, and he went off, leaving the other prisoners to stare
+gloomily at the new-comers for a few minutes and then turn their backs
+to begin talking together, while the Doctor pressed close to his charge
+and tried to cheer him up.
+
+"It will all come right," he whispered.  "We shall soon be able to send
+a message to the Captain, and he will have us sent safely away.  Are you
+very hungry now, Phil?"
+
+"Dreadfully," was the reply.  "Do you think the sergeant will be very
+long?"
+
+"Oh no!  He seemed too friendly."
+
+But the sergeant seemed to Phil as if he had forgotten all about the
+prisoners, for the time glided slowly on, while weariness began to
+deaden poor Phil's hunger pains, and he grew drowsy, nodding off twice,
+but starting up again when the French prisoners spoke more loudly or a
+sharp challenge was heard outside.
+
+But the sergeant was a man of his word, and just as Phil was dozing off
+again, and the lanthorn seemed to be dying out, he suddenly entered the
+tent with a loaf under his arm and a piece of cold boiled bacon and a
+knife.
+
+"There you are," he said, gruffly, "and a nice job I've had to get it.
+Eat away, youngster, and thank your stars you haven't swallowed musket
+balls for sugar-plums as you came here.  You ought to be ashamed of
+yourself, old man," he continued, turning to the Doctor, "for bringing a
+boy like that amongst all this gunpowder, treason and plot.  No, no; I
+don't want to hear you talk.  Eat your supper.  I've something else to
+do."
+
+Dr Martin sighed as the sergeant swung out of the tent.
+
+"Wait till father comes," said Phil, "and I'll tell him all that the
+sergeant said.  I suppose he can't help being so stupid as to think we
+are spies and wanted to come here."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SEVEN.
+
+It was not till weeks had passed, during which Phil and Dr Martin were
+shifted from place to place, always strictly guarded, their place being
+in the misery and discomfort of the baggage train, that the day came
+when, dirty, ragged, and weary, Phil sat by the side of the Doctor in
+one of the waggons, watching the marching by of a strong detachment of
+the little brigade.  Dr Martin had tried in vain to send messages,
+written and by word of mouth, to the Captain, but no one would act as
+bearer.
+
+Phil, too, had tried his best, but he could hear no news of his father,
+and there were times when he questioned the Doctor as to whether he
+thought he had failed to escape on that terrible day when Pierre gave
+information to the French troops and the long-continued firing of the
+pursuers had been heard.  And so it was for a time that when Phil was
+tired out after one of the weary marches and no rations were served out,
+his heart sank and the tears came to his eyes as he believed that he
+should never see his father again.  But, on the other hand, when the sun
+shone brightly and he was rested and refreshed by the rations that had
+been served out, he chatted away cheerfully to the Doctor about how he
+would tell all their adventures to the Captain when he came.
+
+And then that happy day dawned when he sat in the baggage waggon
+watching the powder-blackened soldiers urging on the horses drawing the
+heavy guns, followed by a mud-stained tattered regiment, which stepped
+out smartly, every man looking ready and willing to commence the attack
+to which he was bound.  These passed on and another regiment followed,
+the sight of the brave fellows sending a thrill through the boy, making
+him lean out from beneath the waggon tilt to take off his cap and cry
+hurrah.
+
+The sound of that bright shrill voice cheering the men on made them turn
+to look whence it came, and at the sight of the waving cap and its
+excited owner a laugh ran along the ranks and the men cheered again.
+
+The next minute, as the cheer died out and the regular throbbing beat,
+beat of five hundred marching men went on in regular pulsation, Phil
+caught sight of an officer riding at the rear of one of the companies,
+and his voice rang out shrill and clear:
+
+"Dr Martin, here he is at last!  Father!  Father!  Stop!"
+
+The next minute he had leaped down from the side of the waggon and was
+running towards the passing regiment, the men cheering madly with
+excitement as they saw their newly-promoted Major draw rein, and the
+next moment seize the little hands extended to him to be swung up on to
+the saddle and then cling to the excited officer's neck.  The cheer
+which had rung out before was as nothing to that which rose again and
+again as the men saw the little fellow kissing the bearded and convulsed
+face of their leader as wildly as if there was not a soul in sight; but
+those cheers drowned the Major's hoarsely-uttered words:
+
+"Oh, my boy!  My boy!  What are you doing here?"
+
+"I'm a prisoner, father.  That sergeant wouldn't believe.  But it's all
+right now.  Oh, I am so glad!"
+
+"But Dr Martin?"
+
+"He's in that waggon," cried Phil, giving his head a backward jerk, for
+he was too much excited to look back.  "He's a prisoner too because he's
+French.  Oh, I do like this.  Let me ride here, father.  May I hold the
+reins?"
+
+The Major was silent for a few moments, feeling quite taken aback by the
+boy's request.
+
+"May I, father--please?"
+
+"Yes, for a little while," came the Major's hoarse words at last; "for a
+little while, Phil, till I can pull myself together and think what to
+do.  Forward, my lads!" he shouted, as he resumed his place, with the
+men cheering more wildly than ever as Phil rode with flushed face and
+sparkling eyes, in happy ignorance of the fact that he, a child in
+years, was in the ranks of the regiment that a few hours later was to
+head the advance in the great attack upon Quebec, in which the gallant
+British General who won Canada for the British Crown gloriously breathed
+his last.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER EIGHT.
+
+"I wish all this fighting would finish, Dr Martin," said Phil one day,
+with a sigh.  "It seems very dreadful, and my father is always away.
+But," he added, "it's very nice being near him."
+
+"In the midst of all this horrible excitement?"
+
+"Yes; I don't mind that much, only seeing the poor men brought here
+wounded.  I say, how they like me to go and talk to them when their
+wounds have been tied up!  Look here!"
+
+"What have you got there?" said the Doctor, as the boy pulled something
+from his breast.
+
+"Letter," said Phil, shortly.  "This makes six I'm to take care of and
+send when we go away."
+
+"Six letters?"
+
+"Yes; they're only written with pencil, and I don't remember the men now
+who gave them to me, but they were all wounded, and they said I was to
+send them home."
+
+"Poor fellows," said the Doctor, with a sigh.
+
+"Yes," said Phil.  "I mean to show them to father some day and ask him
+to help me to send them.  Ah!  Here he is!"
+
+For at that minute the Major hurried into the tent.
+
+"Just to say good-bye to you, Phil, my boy."
+
+"Oh, father," cried the little fellow, with his face clouding over;
+"don't go away and leave me!  You're always saying good-bye."
+
+"Phil!" sternly.
+
+"I forgot," cried the boy.  "Yes.  I know.  You're going on duty.  But
+you'll not be long, father?"
+
+"Not a minute longer than I can help, my boy.  Now go.  I want to speak
+to Dr Martin."
+
+"Yes, father," and Phil ran to the opening of the tent door.
+
+"You are not hurt?" cried Dr Martin, anxiously.
+
+"Not even scratched, Doctor, but the great moment is near, and I was
+obliged to see my boy once more.  I dare not send you both away, for it
+would only be into the hands of the enemy--perhaps amongst their savage
+camp followers.  You have given up practising for years, but you are a
+certificated physician and surgeon, and the doctors here will receive
+you and my boy, glad of your help.  While if matters go wrong with the
+General in a desperate venture, you will be where the wounded are being
+collected, and the French will respect you."
+
+"Yes," said the Doctor.  "Then you wish me to join the field hospital--
+when?"
+
+"As soon as I am gone.  You understand?"
+
+"Yes.  You may trust me."
+
+"I know that.  Heaven protect you both.  Now I can feel at rest.  Phil!"
+
+The boy dashed back, to spring upon his knee.
+
+"Now, quick, my boy," cried the Major, kissing him.  "Say good-bye like
+a soldier's son."
+
+"Yes, father; but when--"
+
+"Phil!"
+
+"I know, father," cried the boy, hastily drawing himself up.  "Good-bye.
+So glad to see you back."
+
+"I know, my boy.  There, we've kissed as women do; now shake hands like
+a man."
+
+Father and son stood for a few moments hand clasped in hand, and then
+without trusting himself to look back, the Major walked quickly through
+the tent door, just as a heavy boom announced that a fresh attack was
+near.
+
+"Gone!" cried Phil, with a piteous cry and outstretched hands, but the
+next moment he drew himself up stiffly and marched to the Doctor's side.
+
+"Bravely done, my boy," cried the old man, patting his shoulder.  "Now
+then, your cap."
+
+"We're not going away?" cried Phil, in dismay.
+
+"Yes, directly."
+
+"But father won't know where to find us again."
+
+"Yes, he will, for he says we are to join the doctors with the wounded
+men."
+
+"Then he will know?  Yes, I shall like that.  They are always so
+thirsty.  May I take them some water to drink?"
+
+"Indeed you shall, Phil."
+
+Their journey was not long, but it was difficult, for the little army
+was advancing, and the old Doctor and his pupil were hardly settled in
+their new canvas and waggon quarters before the attack was in full
+progress and the bearers were coming in with the wounded, the dying,
+and, those whom the doctors pronounced already dead.
+
+It was a terrible time--hours of horror, during which, heedless of the
+roar of cannon and the crash of musketry, the busy surgeons toiled on,
+till the lines of bandaged sufferers lay increasing fast in the one
+calm, comparatively silent spot at the back of the fortifications that
+were being attacked.
+
+There was a tent or two as well where the surgeons worked at their
+terrible task, and it happened towards the height of the terrible
+conflict, when the British soldiers were struggling and gaining their
+way step by step, every foot being desperately contested by the brave
+army of the French General Montcalm, that Phil was busy in a wide
+sheltered spot beneath the enemy's lines, tin cup in one hand, holding
+on to the iron handle of a bucket with the other, the bucket pretty full
+of water, and swinging between him and a drummer boy.
+
+Those two went steadily on, to stop whenever a beseeching face was
+turned to them.  Then the pail was set down, Phil dipped the cup and
+went down on one knee to hold it to some poor sufferer's lips, always
+receiving for his thanks the reverently uttered words, "God bless you,
+boy."
+
+The blessings called down upon the little fellow's head came in hundreds
+that day, in English and in French, and somehow in the excitement Phil,
+after the first few minutes, never saw the horrors by which he was
+surrounded; but the boy noted only that hands were raised to him for
+water, and he and the drummer filled and emptied that swinging bucket
+again and again.
+
+It was during the height of the attack upon the fortifications that the
+bearers carried one who seemed to be an officer inside the surgeon's
+tent, and he was not carried out again, but laid up on a roughly-folded
+waggon-cloth, suffering and patient, for the surgeons could do no more.
+And from time to time an officer rushed up, to enter the tent, say a few
+words, receive a reply, and rush out again to hurry away into the smoke
+where the soldiers were still fighting on.
+
+It happened, too, that with the bucket freshly filled from the
+water-cart, Phil and his comrade had just reached the end of a line of
+wounded men when one of the doctors came to the door of the tent, saw
+them and shouted:
+
+"Here, boys!  Water!"
+
+They trotted up together, entered the tent, and the next minute Phil was
+down on one knee holding the cup to the wounded officer's lips, while he
+drank with avidity, draining the cup, and sighing deeply as he noted how
+young was the face of his attendant waiting to give him more.
+
+"Brave boy," he said, gently, and he laid his hand upon Phil's arm; "but
+this is no place for you."
+
+At that moment the roar of battle outside seemed to roll towards the
+place where the wounded man lay, increasing to a wild burst of cheers.
+
+A flash of excitement darted from the officer's eyes, and he tried to
+rise upon one arm.
+
+"What's that?" he cried.
+
+"They run!  They run!" came in answer from many throats.
+
+"Who run?" panted the wounded man.
+
+"The French, sir," shouted an officer, hoarsely, as he dashed up to the
+wounded one's side.
+
+"_I thank God, and die contented_," history says the General sighed.
+
+It was then that Phil, who had stood unnoticed by the bearer of the
+victorious news, now kneeling by his great leader's side, pressed
+forward to touch his arm, making him start round and cry in his
+astonishment:
+
+"Phil, my boy!  You here!"
+
+For he realised that it was his little son who had just raised the water
+cup to the dying lips of the British hero--General Wolfe.
+
+As for Phil Carleton's career, little need be said, for the war was over
+with the defeat of the French, and in a few weeks he and Dr Martin were
+in the same ship with the Major and his regiment, homeward bound.
+
+
+
+
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