"My friends," said the Major, speaking very gravely, when we were all assembled there, "we are surrounded by big forces. There is nothing left but to cross the frontier and go into Holland. Those who do not wish to go with me are free."
"Good, Major," I answered, approaching him. "I will go with you to the frontier, but not beyond it."
The Major looked angry, but he restrained himself.
"What do you propose doing?" he asked.
"I intend getting through the German lines or dying in the attempt."
"But it is pure madness."
"I do not care to give up my sword, Major, as long as I can use it."
He reflected for a minute and then held out his hand. "Good," he said, "you are free. Adieu!"
Four men then left the ranks. They were my four friends, who all preferred a glorious death to servitude.
"Attention! Right flank! Right! Forward—March!"