"The General."
"What? The Earl of Marlborough?"
"Yes."
"So this is how he trusts our word!" muttered Captain Runacles. "But, excuse me," he added aloud, "our business is with his Majesty."
"I am truly sorry, gentlemen."
"You decline to let us pass?"
"I hope you will not insist."
"Well, but I have an idea. You can march us into Harwich as your prisoners. Take us into his Majesty's presence—that's all I ask, and I don't care how it's done. You shall have our parole if you please."
The sergeant shook his head. "It's against my orders."
"Then we must try to pass you."