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It was a brave charge, but it was not successful. 

 The enemy was too strong, and the order to retreat 

 was given. 



It was in this retreat that her master was struck 

 by a bullet. F'irelly suddenly felt him give a violent 

 start. She did not see him put his hand to his side 



Firefly and her wounded Master 



however. She did not see that that hand was 

 stained with red. 



On he rode, but now he was swaying in the saddle. 

 His face grew drawn and white. Then without a 

 sound he slipped and tumbled to the ground and lay 

 still in a crumpled heap. ^ 



