A child! Before I was two feet high I had winged my first Arab.

He stole a rabbit I was roasting.

Presto! how quick he dropped it when my ball broke his wrist like a twig!" And the Friend of the Flag laughed gayly at the recollection, as at the best piece of mirth with which memory could furnish her.
"But you asked about Marquise?
Well, he was what you are--a hawk among carrion crows, a gentleman in the ranks.

Dieu! how handsome he was! Nobody ever knew his real name, but they thought he was of Austrian breed, and we called him Marquise because he was so womanish white in his skin and dainty in all his ways.

Just like you! Marquise could fight, fight like a hundred devils; and--pouf!--how proud he was--very much like you altogether! Now, one day something went wrong in the exercise ground.