Now, disperse to your homes, or every man of you will be arrested and tried by court-martial." The crowd melted away like snow, and they hurried not the less because the stone which some one had thrown at Ferrol had struck a lad in the head, and brought him senseless and bleeding to the ground.
Ferrol picked up the tricolour and handed it to the Regimental Surgeon.
"I could have done it alone, I believe," he said; "and, upon my soul, I'm sorry for the poor devils.

Suppose we were Englishmen in France, eh ?".