bell-crowned cap of the line regiment of the officer. In place of these they wore the flat Russian caps and the long Russian overcoats. Bal-Arrêt might serve for a passable Russian, but no one could mistake Marteau for anything but a Frenchman. Still, it had to be chanced. 

 The two retraced their steps and came to the ravine, where the dead Russian lay. They had no interest in him, save the grenadier's desire to get his knife back. It had served him well, it might be useful again. But they had a great interest in the pig. Their exhausted horses were now useless, and they had thought they would have to kill one to get something to eat.  But the pig, albeit he was a lean one, was a treasure indeed. To advance upon the Russian line in broad daylight would have been madness. Darkness was their only hope. Reaching down into the ravine, the grenadier hoisted the body of the poor pig to his comrade, and the two of them lugged it back far in the woods where it was safe to kindle a fire. With flint and steel and tinder, they soon had a blaze going in the sequestered hollow they had chosen, and the smell of savory roast presently delighted their fancy. They ate their fill for the first time in weeks be it remarked. If they only had a bottle of the famous wine of the country to wash it down they would have feasted like kings. 

 "So far," said the grenadier, when he could eat no more, "our expedition has been successful. If those youngsters down at Nogent could only smell this pig there would be no holding them." 

 "I think it would be well to cook as much of it as we can carry with us. I don't know when we may get any more." 

 "That is well thought on," agreed the old soldier.  "Always provide for the next meal when you can." 

 "And, with what's left, as we can't be far from the hut, we'll give those two poor Russians something to eat." 

 "You're too tender-hearted, my lad," said Bullet-Stopper, his face clouded, "ever to be a great soldier, I am afraid." 

 On an expedition of this kind rank was forgotten, and the humble subordinate again assumed the role of the advisor. Marteau laughed. 

 "Rather than let them starve I would knock them in the head," he said. 

 "That's what I wanted to do," growled the other savagely. 

 When it came to the issue, however, he really did respect the rank of his young friend. Accordingly, pieces of the 

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