"We heard him coming by this crossroad, and seized him as he rode in among us.

He is a soldier--an officer, I should think, from what I can see of him." "Who are you, sir ?" the French officer said to Ryan.
The latter saw that concealment was useless.

It would soon be light enough for his scarlet uniform to be seen.

He therefore replied, in broken French: "My name is Ryan.

I hold the rank of captain.