'I believe that I may claim to be the hero of one or two little stories which the soldiers love to tell about their camp fires.

You will hear of my duel with the six fencing masters, and you will be told how, single-handed, I charged the Austrian Hussars of Graz and brought their silver kettledrum back upon the crupper of my mare.

I can assure you that it was not by accident that I was present last night, but it was because Colonel Lasalle was very anxious to be sure of any prisoners whom he might make.
As it turned out, however, I only had the one poor chicken-hearted creature, whom I handed over to the provost-marshal.' 'And the other--Toussac ?' 'Ah, he seems to have been a man of another breed.

I could have asked nothing better than to have had him at my sword-point.

But he has escaped.