Pic. Yaw, yaw. (Starts, R.)
Hor. Where are you going?
Pic. For mine lager, mit de spirit up stairs.
Hor. No, no; you don’t understand me. Look as you looked when you met the rebels, fierce for the fight.
Pic. Ven I fight mit Sigel?
Hor. Yes; as you did then, do now.
Pic. Yaw; den I’ll go right up stairs.
Hor. What do you mean?
Pic. Ven I fight mit Sigel, ven de repels coom, ve runned away.