The town was too small to lodge all the army; but with the intelligence and rapidity of French soldiers a temporary village arose as if by magic upon the plain, over which shot and shell had whistled in the morning, while the rest of the army occupied the intrenchments thrown up by the Prussians. The two generals took up their quarters in the great redoubt, sheltered by the same tent. It was about five o'clock in the evening. The officers were seated at dinner with Pichegru between Charles, who had that day for the first time witnessed the terrors of war and was in consequence extraordinarily thoughtful, and Doumerc, who was on the contrary extremely loquacious. Suddenly Pichegru, thinking he caught a distant sound, which might be a signal, hurriedly placed one hand on Doumerc's arm, and the other on his own lips to command silence. Every one obeyed. Then from the distance came a far-off echo of the strains of the "Marseillaise." Pichegru smiled and looked at Hoche. "All right, gentlemen," he said. "Doumerc, you may go on." And Doumerc continued his narration. Only two persons understood the meaning of this interruption and caught the sound of the organ. Five minutes later, the sounds still approaching, Pichegru went to the flap of his tent and stepped out upon the covered platform which gave entrance to it. The organ came nearer; the musician was evidently climbing the hill. The general soon saw him approaching by the light of the fires on the great redoubt. But the sentinel's challenge stopped him when he was not more than twenty feet from the door. As the musician had not the countersign he began to play the "Marseillaise" again; and at the first notes the general's voice called from the top of the embankment: "Let him pass." The sentinel recognized the general as he leaned over the parapet, and drew back obediently. Five minutes later the general and the spy were face to face. Pichegru signed to Stephan to follow him, and the spy, seeing that he had been recognized, stopped playing. Then Pichegru led him to the cellar where General Hodge's stores had been found, and where Leblanc had placed a table and pen, paper and ink. Leblanc was then put on guard at the door, with orders to allow no one to pass save General Hoche and citizen Charles. Six o'clock struck in the village. Stephan listened and counted the strokes. "Good!" he said, "we have twelve hours of darkness before us." "Can we do anything to-night?" asked Pichegru, eagerly. "Please God," replied Stephan, "we will take Woerth." "Stephan," exclaimed Pichegru, "if you keep your word what shall I give you?" "Your hand," replied Stephan. "There it is," replied Pichegru, seizing the other's hand, and shaking it heartily. Then, motioning to him to sit down, he continued: "And now, what must we do?" Stephan placed his organ in a corner, but still remained standing. "I shall need ten wagons of straw and ten of hay in less than two hours." "Nothing easier," replied Pichegru.