Phil. Let us go forward, for on horseback we shall easily escape them, by running through the fields.
Misi. What if they have got handcuffs with them!
Phil. I see nothing of the sort, but only long lances.
Misi. Come nearer, boy.
Boy. What’s amiss?
Misi. Don’t you see those Germans?
Boy. Which?
Misi. Those people coming this way against us.
Boy. They are German[42] sure enough, but two Parisian peasants with their sticks.
Misi. Yes, certainly, that is so. A blessing on you! You have restored my courage and vitality. But where are Misospudus and Planetes?