"Us Scots!" L'Isle exclaimed. "Why, it was but yesterday you told me how much you had angered Moodie by calling yourself an English woman." "What of that? I would have you know that I have two sides to my natural character. I claim the right to present my Scotch or English side at will, and then you cannot see the other." Fort San Christoval, on this side of the Guadiana, rose higher and higher before them. Gazing on Badajoz and its castle on the other side of the river, L'Isle thought of the failures before it, and of the price in blood at which it had been bought at last. "We are not always successful in our sieges--at times undertaking them rashly, without the means of carrying them on. The sabre, and bayonet, unaided, take few walled towns. They need the help of Cranfield's art, and he cannot work without his tools." "But we always beat the French in the field," said Lady Mabel. "Always," said L'Isle. "There has been no instance of a real British army being beaten by a French one." "None of late years," said Lady Mabel. "To find a victory over us they have to go as far back in the last century as Fontenoy." "That is not a fair instance," said L'Isle eagerly. "We lost that battle chiefly through the backwardness of our Dutch allies; and Marshal Saxe, who was no Frenchman, but a German, beat us chiefly by aid of the valor of the Irish regiments in the French pay." "That alters the case," said Lady Mabel; "but were we not beaten some years before that, at Almansa, here in Spain?" "That instance is still more unfair," exclaimed L'Isle. "Our Peninsular allies ran away, while we fought their battle. Still, though the enemy were two to our one, the result might have been different. But the French had an English general, the Duke of Berwick, to win the battle for them, and we had a French commander, DeRuvigny, whom Dutch William had made Earl of Galway, to lose it for us." "Then, after all," exclaimed Lady Mabel, "the Englishman won the field." "Yes, to our cost," said L'Isle, bitterly. "What made it more provoking was, that we had at that very time the man to mate him;" and, standing up on his stirrups, he raised his clenched hand above his head, exclaiming: "O, for one hour of Peterborough to grapple with his countryman and redeem the day!" "What is the matter with Colonel L'Isle?" asked Mrs. Shortridge, who was riding close behind with Cranfield. "He is only leaping back to the beginning of the last century," answered Lady Mabel, "to reverse the issue of the battle of Almansa." "Why, has not the colonel fighting enough before him," said Cranfield, laughing, "that he must go back so far for more?" "Let us be content with what we have," said L'Isle joining in the laugh. "It is useless to dwell on old disasters but by way of shunning new ones. It has been our constant luck to go into battle shoulder to shoulder with allies who, except when in our pay, seldom stand by us to the end of the day."