France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
Then they carried him into the guard-house, locked him in the officer's
room, and took out the key. One of the men volunteered to replace the
sentinel, and as they were obliged to know the countersign Stephan
undertook to find out what it was.
Holding the key in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other he entered
the room. No one knew what arguments he used, but when he came out the
sentinel had spoken in spite of his gag. He told the sentinel that the
words for the day were Stettin and Strasbourg.
Then they seized the gate-keeper, bound him and locked him in the
cellar, Stephan again taking the keys.
Then he put fifty-five of his men in the gatekeeper's room, bidding them
hold the gate at all odds so long as one of them was alive. Finally he
went out with his five men to relieve the outside sentinels.
In ten minutes two of them were dead and the third a prisoner. Their
places were taken by three of his men. Then with the other two he
hastened toward Enashausen; but scarcely had he gone a hundred yards
when he came upon a black, compact mass, which proved to be Pichegru's
men. He was soon face to face with the general.
"Well?" asked the latter.
"Not an instant to lose, general; we must hurry."
"The Haguenau gate?"
"Is ours."
"Come, children," said Pichegru, who realized that this was no time for
lengthy explanations, "Forward! march!"
CHAPTER XXXII
THE TOAST
They obeyed with the joyful eagerness which is born of hope, taking with
them the sentinels who had been stationed along the walls. Just as they
reached the third they heard rapid firing from the gate where Stephan
had left his men.
"Hurry, general," said he, "our men are attacked!"
The column advanced at a quick-step. The gate opened and the portcullis
was raised as they came in sight. Though attacked by a force thrice as
great as their own, the Republicans had held their ground; the gate was
still theirs. The column dashed through the gate and down the street
like a wild-boar which sweeps everything before him, while Stephan's
men--who were a target, with their Prussian uniforms, for the men of
Pichegru's command, who did not know of his little ruse--kept close to
the wall.
They marched on with levelled bayonets, the small force of Prussians who
had attacked the gate fleeing before them. Hoping to be relieved, they
sent orderlies before them to give the alarm that the French were
masters of the Haguenau gate. Shots echoed throughout the town, thanks
to Bauer and his men, who were firing from the windows.
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