You are all sound, Oscar ?" "Never better, sir.

A revolver and two knives--" the weapons flashed in the moonlight as he held them up.
"Good! Now start your friend toward the bungalow." They set off at a quick pace, soon found the rough driveway, and trudged along silently, the Servian between his captors.
When they reached the house Armitage flung open the door and followed Oscar and the prisoner into the long sitting-room.
Armitage lighted a pipe at the mantel, readjusted the bandage on his arm, and laughed aloud as he looked upon the huge figure of the Servian standing beside the sober little cavalryman.
"Oscar, there are certainly giants in these days, and we have caught one.
You will please see that the cylinder of your revolver is in good order and prepare to act as clerk of our court-martial.

If the prisoner moves, shoot him." He spoke these last words very deliberately in German, and the Servian's small eyes blinked his comprehension.

Armitage sat down on the writing-table, with his own revolver and the prisoner's knives and pistol within reach of his available hand.

A smile of amusement played over his face as he scrutinized the big body and its small, bullet-like head.
"He is a large devil," commented Oscar.
"He is large, certainly," remarked Armitage.