"There are just two hundred of us, and we mean to be the most dare-devil set in the whole army; won't we make the cowardly blues afraid of the Durbelliere red scarfs!" "And who are the two men, Jacques ?" said Henri.
"Jean and Peter Stein," said Jacques: "you see, M.Henri, they ran away to the battle, just in direct opposition to old Michael's positive orders.

You and the Cure must remember how I pledged my honour that they should be at Saumur, and so they were: but Michael Stein is an awful black man to deal with when his back is up: he thinks no more of giving a clout with his hammer, than another man does of a rap with his five knuckles." "But his sons are brave fellows," said the little Chevalier, "and dashed into the water among the very first.

Michael Stein can't but be proud that his two sons should be both red scarfs: if so, he must be a republican." "He is no republican, Chevalier," said Chapeau, "that's quite certain, nor yet any of the family; but he is a very black man, and when once angered, not easy to be smoothed down again; and if M.Henri will allow Jean and Peter to come on to Durbelliere, I can, perhaps, manage to go back with them on Sunday, and Michael Stein will mind me more than he will them: I can knock into his thick head better than they can do, the high honour which has befallen the lads, in their chancing to have been among the red scarfs." "Well, Chapeau, let them come," said Henri.

"No man that followed me gallantly into Saumur, shall be refused admittance when he wishes to follow me into Durbelliere." "We were cool enough, weren't we, Henri, when we marched into the town ?" said the Chevalier.
"We'll have a more comfortable reception at the old chateau," said Henri; "at any rate, we'll have no more cold water.

I must say, Arthur, I thought the water of that moat had a peculiarly nasty taste." They were not long in reaching the chateau, and Henri soon found himself in his sister's arms.