I can tell you, Sir, that other was a
moon-shiny sort of a trampling to that. I shall bear to be trampled on
in figures the better for it, as long as I live. Between ourselves
now----
_4th Sol_. There's no one here.
_5th Sol_. There are voices around that corner, though. Come this way.
[_They pass on_.
(_Another group of Soldiers_.)
_1st Sol_. Then if nothing else happens, we are off now. Hillo, Martin!
Here we go again--skulking away. Hey? What do you say now? Hey, Mr.
Martin, what do you say now?
_2nd Sol_. (_Advancing_.) What I said before.
_1st Sol_. But where is all this to end, Sir? Tell us that--tell us
that.
_3d Sol_. Yes, yes,--tell us that. If you don't see Burgoyne safe in
Albany by Friday night, never trust me, Sirs.
_1st Sol_. A bad business we've made of it.
_4th Sol_. Suppose he gets to Albany;--do you think that would finish
the war?
_3d Sol_. Well, indeed, I thought that was settled on all hands, Sir. I
believe the General himself makes no secret of that.
_4th Sol_. And what becomes of us all then? We shall go back to the old
times again, I suppose;--weren't so very bad though, Sam, were they?
_1st Sol_.
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