"What are you skulking here for, recruit ninety-nine ?" said he, sternly, dropping the boon-companion in the sergeant; "the rest are on the road." "The rest, old fellow! what do you mean?
why, I was not drawn." "Yes, you were." "No, I wasn't." "Thunder of war, but I say you were.

Yours was the last number." "That is an unlucky guess of yours, for I saw the last number.

Look here," and he fumbled in his pocket, and produced his number.
La Croix instantly fished out a corresponding number.
"Well, and here you are; this was the last number drawn." Dard burst out laughing.
"You goose!" said he, "that is sixty-six--look at it." "Sixty-six!" roared the sergeant; "no more than yours is--they are both sixty-sixes when you play tricks with them, and turn them up like that; but they are both ninety-nines when you look at them fair." Dard scratched his head.
"Come," said the corporal, briskly, "make up his bundle, girl, and let us be off; we have got our marching orders; going to the Rhine." "And do you think that I will let him go ?" screamed Jacintha.

"No! I will say one word to Madame Raynal, and she will buy him a substitute directly." Dard stopped her sullenly.

"No! I have told all in the village that I would go the first chance: it is come, and I'll go.