"Here," I said to the sergeant as I handed him my little bottle, "I
have brought you your drop of cherry-brandy; it was such a cold night,
you must need it."
"And you have thought of me, Father Moses!" he exclaimed, taking me by
the arm, and looking at me with emotion.
"Yes, sergeant."
"Well, I am glad of it."
He raised the flask to his mouth and took a good drink. At that moment
there was a distant cry. "Who goes there?" and the guard of the
outpost ran to open the gate.
"That is good!" said the sergeant, tapping on the cork, and giving me
the bottle; "take it back, Father Moses, and thank you!"