D’A. (Approaching, handing Brightly a note.) An order from the commander.
Brightly. (Reads and throws it down.) I take no orders from any one.
D’A. Are you a soldier or brigand?
Brightly. Either you please.
D’A. The laws of every nation compel allegiance to the country that gives its protection.
Brightly. Protection, did you say?
D’A. Aye, protection!
Brightly. When this confederacy finds itself able to stand alone, it may assume impudence enough to ask my allegiance on account of the protection it can give.
D’A. As did the colonies in the first insurrection, this government holds the inhabitants of its territory subject to the military conscription.
Brightly. Its object, an asylum for broken down political beats.