Not a single muscle of his face--which in those days was still thin--moved.

His gleaming eyes were fixed intently on one spot.

His predictions were being justified.

Part of the Russian force had already descended into the valley toward the ponds and lakes and part were leaving these Pratzen Heights which he intended to attack and regarded as the key to the position.

He saw over the mist that in a hollow between two hills near the village of Pratzen, the Russian columns, their bayonets glittering, were moving continuously in one direction toward the valley and disappearing one after another into the mist.