"Comrades, can you tell me what is the matter in Paris?"
The soldiers merely replied with some German oaths.
"What the deuce do they say?" queried Billet of his brother peasant.
"All I can tell is that it is not Latin," replied the youth, trembling greatly.
"I was a fool to apply to the Kaiserlicks (Kaiserlich, Imperial Austrian grenadiers)?" muttered Billet, in his curiosity still standing in the middle of the road.
"Bass on mit your vay," said an officer, stepping up; "Und bass bretty tam queeck, doo!"
"Excuse me, captain," said the farmer, "but I want to go into Paris."
"Vat next?"
"As I see you are between me and the turnpike bars, I feared I would not be let go by."
"Yah, you gan by go."