John saw it and understood it.

A rage against Auersperg that would never die flamed up in his heart.

He already hated everything for which the man stood.
Auersperg's glance passed on, and slowly measured the gigantic figure of Picard.

Then he smiled in a slow and ugly fashion.
"Ah, a peasant in civilian's dress, captured fighting our brave armies! Our orders are very strict upon that point.

Von Arnheim, take this _franc tireur_ behind the chateau and have him shot at once." He too had spoken in French, and doubtless with intention also.