"Our infantry!"
"Yes, indeed. They will beat us to it. It's a shame."
"Our company ought to start off at a double-quick."
"It must be a half-mile away."
"But the bersaglieri must get there first ... even if there are only the four of us."
"Sure thing."
"Do you hear?"
"Forward, Savoy!"
And, heads lowered and bayonets fixed, they rushed down the slope.
"Ho! boys! Ho! Mol-li-ca! Cor-po-ral!... Oh! They are going off without me! What a mean thing to do! They leave me here at the top of this tree and run off.... But if they think they can play me such a trick they are mistaken.... I am hungry as a wolf, and if I don't get them to feed me, whom can I join? Run, run.... We'll see who gets there first!"