At these words I opened my eyes as wide as a carriage entrance. This young lady had enormous moustaches, and was the living image of Quartermaster Wagner.... And it was indeed Wagner who stood over me with a cup of coffee, whilst, pillowed on my horse's neck, I stared at him wildly. "It appears we have _pioncé_, all the same, lieutenant. We are at the ford, and the coffee is boiling." THE END