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Just as the eastern horizon became light with something more steady than the flare of the guns, the command came. Hugo bit his lip till it bled darkly. He would show them -- now. They might command him to wait -- he could restrain himself no longer. The men had been standing there tense and calm, their needle-like bayonets pointing straight up. "En avant!"
His heart gave a tremendous surge. It made his hands falter as he reached for the ladder rung. "Here we go, Hugo."