At night he went to inquire for him, but learned that he had been sent with a reconnoitering party to the Molino-del-Rey. The next day, on seeking Traverse, he understood that the young private had been despatched on a foraging expedition.
That was what the boy meant when he talked of the cloud that was hanging over him, and of being forced into a dishonored grave, and when he hoped, poor fellow, to fall in the approaching assault upon the Molino-del-Rey! I see it all now. They have decided upon the destruction of Traverse. He can do nothing.
"Ah, Herbert, all that seems now to be more unsubstantial than the fabric of a dream. I cannot think of Clara or of my mother without despair. For oh, Herbert, between me and them there seems to yawn a dishonored grave! Herbert, they talk, you know, of an attack upon the Molino-del-Rey, and I almost hope to fall in that charge!" "Why?" inquired Major Greyson, in dismay.