Perhaps it don't make an overgood use of either." The night was someway spent when the talk of wild-pigeon-blue mares and sorrel stallions closed between the Djied and his guest; and the French soldier, who had been sent hither from the Bureau with another of his comrades, took his way through the now still camp where the cattle were sleeping, and the fires were burning out, and the banner-folds hung motionless in the luster of the stars, to the black-and-white tent prepared for him.

A spacious one, close to the chief's, and given such luxury in the shape of ornamented weapons, thick carpets, and soft cushions, as the tribe's resources could bring together.
As he opened the folds and entered, his fellow-soldier, who was lying on his back, with his heels much higher than his head, and a short pipe in his teeth, tumbled himself up; with a rapid somersault, and stood bolt upright, giving the salute; a short, sturdy little man, with a skin burnt like a coffee-berry, that was in odd contrast with his light, dancing blue eyes, and his close, matted curls of yellow hair.
"Beg pardon, sir! I was half asleep!" The Chasseur laughed a little.
"Don't talk English; somebody will hear you one day." "What's the odds if they do, sir ?" responded the other.

"It relieves one's feelings a little.

All of 'em know I'm English, but never a one of 'em know what you are.

The name you was enrolled by won't really tell 'em nothing.