'Well, I take my risk of it,' he cried.
'I believe it's treason to my sovereign--I believe there is an infamous punishment for such a crime--and yet I'm hanged if I can give you up.' I was as much moved as he.

'I could almost beg you to do otherwise,' I said.

'I was a brute to come to you, a brute and a coward.

You are a noble enemy; you will make a noble soldier.' And with rather a happy idea of a compliment for this warlike youth, I stood up straight and gave him the salute.
He was for a moment confused; his face flushed.

'Well, well, I must be getting you something to eat, but it will not be for six,' he added, with a smile: 'only what we can get smuggled out.