"'A Frenchman never runs away,' was the spirited retort.

"The firing squad took its place, eight men comprising the squad.

"'Make ready! Take aim!'

"Pierre faced them fearlessly, a smile on his face, his shoulders set
well back, presenting a pathetic but brave little figure as he stood
out there alone, facing death, but unafraid.

"'Fire!'

"'Vive la France!' shouted the lad, waving his cap over his head.

"Eight rifles crashed in volley. And the little figure of brave Pierre
crumpled down to the ground. He had died gloriously. He had died a
man, despite his tender years.

"Wheeling, the squad dispatched the sergeant in the same way and their
desperate work was finished."




CHAPTER VI

A LITTLE SOLDIER OF FRANCE