But how can we make haste when we are hampered by this rascal?
I should like to blow his brains out." "This rascal" was the prisoner, a big powerful fellow who seemed to be either a zambo or a negro.

His arms were bound to his side, and he walked between the troopers, to whose saddles he was fastened by two stout cords.
"Why don't you blow his brains out ?" "Because we should get into trouble.

He is the colonel's slave, and therefore valuable property.

We have tried dragging him along; but the villain throws himself down, and might get a limb broken, so all we can do is prod him occasionally with the points of our sabres; but he does not seem to mind us in the least.

We have tried swearing; we might as well whistle.