Here they remained for half an hour in the road while the sergeant sought for quarters.

Tristram's comrade--that is to say, the man who was attached to him by the wrist and ankle--was sulky and extremely dejected.

As for Tristram, his very soul shuddered as he looked back upon the journey.

He was wet to the skin and aching; his teeth chattered with an ague; his legs were so weary that he could scarcely drag them along.

But worse than the shiverings, the weariness, and the weight of his fetters, were the revolting sights he had witnessed along the road--men dropping with hunger and faintness, kicked to their feet again, prodded with bayonets till the blood ran, knouted with a thick whip if they broke step, jeered at when they shrieked (as some did) for mercy.