I have no force with which to control the horde of savages that surround us here.

A clash of arms would be their excuse for immediate attack, and might mean death and torture to the whole garrison.

Our only hope lies in being permitted to pass out without armed collision; and to do this requires that we ignore such hidden deeds.

'Twas a mad prank of yours last night, and might have involved us all in common ruin.

Go this time free, except for these words of censure; for you are not directly under my orders.