"First in, first served.

Best men, best pickings.

But every man must love his chief, and serve him with blood and bayonet; and march o' nights if need, and limber up the guns if need, and shoe a horse if need, and draw a cork if need, and cook a potato if need; and be a hussar, or a tirailleur, or a trencher, or a general, if need.

But yes, that's it; no pride but the love of France and the cause, and--" "And Monsieur Valmond," said the charcoalman slyly.
"And Monsieur the Emperor!" cried Lagroin almost savagely.
He caught Parpon's eye, and instantly his hand went to his pocket.
"Ah, he is a comrade, that! Nothing is too good for his friends, for his soldiers.

See!" he added.
He took from his pocket ten gold pieces.