"But it is not you alone.

See here--one example set on your part, and half your regiment will mutiny too.

It is bitter work to obey the Black Hawk, and if you give the signal of revolt, three parts of your comrades will join you.

Now what will that end in, beau lion ?" "Tell me--you are a soldier yourself, you say." "Yes, I am a soldier!" said Cigarette between her tight-set teeth, while her eyes brightened, and her voice sank down into a whisper that had a certain terrible meaning in it, like the first dropping of the scattered, opening shots in the distance before a great battle commences; "and I have seen war, not holiday war, but war in earnest--war when men fall like hailstones, and tear like tigers, and choke like mad dogs with their throats full of blood and sand; when the gun-carriage wheels go crash over the writhing limbs, and the horses charge full gallop over the living faces, and the hoofs beat out the brains before death has stunned them senseless.

Oh, yes! I am a soldier, and I will tell you one thing I have seen.