"I am a soldier like yourselves.

I have only acted a soldier's part; but I am a soldier of freedom, you of a tyrant, who seeks to enslave the world.

This makes the difference between us; this lays you at my feet, when I would more willingly receive you into my arms as brothers in one generous cause." "We are yours," was the answering exclamation of those who knelt, and of those who raised their feebler voices from their beds of straw.

A few only remained silent.

With many kind expressions of acceptance, Wallace disengaged himself from those who clung around him, and then moved toward the sick, who seemed too ill to speak.