"Worse and worse! You'll have to give up play!"
"It'll give me up," said Blick. "And the wenches, colonel!"
"Well? Are they too light also?"
"I am not a bad-looking fellow, colonel! But if I stay here ... they're the very devil ..." groaned Sergeant Blick.
"You want to get back to Count Tilly? Is that it?"
"Not for twenty rix-dollars!"
"Well! Tell me! What is it you want?"
"I want to be sergeant in your new regiment!"
"What do you know of cavalry?" asked Nigel.
"I know men," said Blick stubbornly. "I can drill them. I know horses. I can break them in. My father was a smith, and my uncle a horse-dealer. My grandfather was hung for stealing horses. It's in the blood. In three days I will have that mob of rascals at my heel. I am Sergeant Blick! I say it!"