Now while the guard was changed, without any particular demonstration of reluctance upon the part of the new sentry himself, Tomaso made a very wry face.
"Our comrade Toro gives his commands as naturally as though he were our leader."
Toro flushed up at this.
"And why not?" he said, almost fiercely.
"Why not?" echoed Tomaso, with a sneer. "Oh, I could give several reasons."
"Give them."
"Nay, one will suffice."
"Well."
"Our only chieftain is the gallant Mathias."
"And he is in prison."