Come, be reasonable.

It will be pleasanter on both sides." "So far as I'm concerned," said Maurice, who needed liberty not half so much as sleep, "I pass my word." "And you, sir ?" to Fitzgerald.
Fitzgerald gazed about him.

"Very well," he said, as he saw the futility of a struggle.
"Your humble servant, Messieurs," touching his cap.

"Take the ropes off their ankles, men." When Maurice was lifted from his horse and placed on the ground, his legs suddenly bent under him, and he went sprawling to the grass.

A trooper sprang to his assistance.
"My legs have gone to sleep!" The Englishman was affected likewise, and it was some moments before either could walk.