He was too good a soldier not to render perfect obedience, and keep perfect silence, under any goad of provocation to break both.
"Obey then!" said Chateauroy savagely.

"Well, since you love heat so well, you shall take a flag of truce and my scroll to the Sidi Ilderim.
But tell me, first, what do you think of this capture ?" "It is not my place to give opinions, M.le Colonel." "Pardieu! It is your place when I bid you.

Speak, or I will have the stick cut the words out of you!" "I may speak frankly ?" "Ten thousand curses--yes!" "Then, I think that those who make war on women are no longer fit to fight with men." For a moment the long, sinewy, massive form of Chateauroy started from the skins on which he lay at full length, like a lion started from its lair.

His veins swelled like black cords; under the mighty muscle of his bare chest his heart beat visibly in the fury of his wrath.
"By God! I have a mind to have you shot like a dog!" The Chasseur looked at him carelessly, composedly, but with a serene deference still, as due from a soldier to his chief.
"You have threatened it before, M.le Colonel.

It may be as well to do it, or the army may think you capricious." Raoul de Chateauroy crushed a blasphemous oath through his clinched teeth, and laughed a certain short, stern, sardonic laugh, which his men dreaded more than his wrath.
"No; I will send you instead to the Khalifa.