“Hurrah—hurrah.”
Then was heard a roll of the drum—the call to camp in fact.
“Come—come—comrade,” said they to Tony. But Tony showed a desire to stay; and so also did Marie. So she called out, “Leave him with me, I’ll answer for him. You know—he’s my prisoner.”
But they wouldn’t part with him, and hurried him away.
She was preparing to follow the soldiers—when with a run he was at her side, quite out of breath. She did not care about following the soldiers now. Truth to tell, she sat down on a bank and began chatting.
“Here I am, you see.”
“What already?”
“La—when I gave them the slip—the sergeant roared like a bull.”
“(Confound it.) No—one near him.”