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At a later hour Sergeant Oborne informed Fairburn that he had carried Captain Blackett's paper about with him for some little time, having had no opportunity of passing it on to any likely Englishman, or having forgotten it when he had the opportunity. The slaughter at Malplaquet was terrible on the side of the Allies, amounting to 20,000, or one-fifth of the whole number engaged.
It's the fortune of war; I'm up to-day, you're up to-morrow. And you've no cause to be anything but mighty proud of yourselves you of the Irish Brigade. I never saw better stuff than you've turned out this day." "And many's the thanks, son. A bit o' praise comes sweet even from an enemy." "Enemies only professionally, Oborne; in private life we're from to-day the best of friends."
I shall never forget you." "Sergeant Oborne, sir, at your service. But you have not read the paper yet." "True," and George deciphered the line or two written in pencil on the back of the paper. "I am alive and well, but a prisoner with the French. Be easy about me; I am well treated.
And in spite of his terrible bereavement the newly-promoted officer left his master's presence with a swelling heart. With him travelled home Matthew Blackett, whose release George, to his delight, had managed, though with difficulty. The gallant Sergeant Oborne had also been exchanged for an English prisoner in French hands.
Almost before Captain Fairburn had read the last word of Matthew's communication, so cheering and so strangely brought into his hands, the French signal to retreat sounded loud all over the field, a mournful sound to one of the two listeners, a delight to the other, George and Oborne glanced into each other's face. "What will you do?" the former asked.
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