"Only give it here! In two minutes there shall not be a German in the room."
Miska thought his colonel was a prisoner.
The General burst into a hearty laugh, and told his officers of the hussar's kind intentions towards them. The laughter became general. The officers crowded round the old soldier, clapped him on the shoulder, and made much of him.
"Well, Miska, you will take service with us, eh?" said the General, curious to hear his answer.
"There are no hussar regiments here!" replied the old soldier, twisting his mustaches.
"What matter? You shall be a cuirassier. We'll make a serjeant of you."
"Many thanks. Can't stand it. Should have been serjeant long ago, if I could write."
"What do you think of doing then? Eat your ration in idleness?"
"Not so—by your honour's favour—but make a run for it."
The honest answer pleased the General. The hussar saw that it did.