"Why, now, didn't he get me out of a scrape, when I'd like to have been shot?"
"By telling a lie, Franz."
"Fiddlestick, mother! 'A charitable fraud,' he called it, mother."
"Well, Franz, he'll take his payment out of you, some day or other, 'tis my opinion, if he finds you can be of any use to him."
"If I can be of any use to him, certainly I will, out of gratitude, mother. One good turn, you know, deserves another."
"And one bad turn—I mean one bad or deceitful or treacherous action to screen a companion is often followed, in due course, by that companion being asked, nay, commanded, to do some dirty trick in return."
"Well, mother, you will have your say. But I was going to tell you, that Martin Teimer joined us just as Dittfurt fell, and helped us well; and as soon as it was known that the Commander-in-Chief was captured and mortally wounded, the Bavarians lost all heart, and laid down their arms to a man. So, then we had jolly work!"
"Ah, don't tell me all about the slaying and slaughtering!"
"Why, there was none, mother! A Tyrolese kill a captured foe in cold blood?—Oh, fie!"