I thank you most heartily for having brought me the message from your cousin, and for the goodwill that you have shown us." When Terence and Ryan went out as usual, after breakfast, all the sentries they passed saluted, as if to one of their own officers.
They of course returned the salute, and made a cheery remark to each, such as "Rather a change, this, from our work up in the hills, lad," to which each gave some short and respectful answer, three of them prefacing it with the words: "The morning is fair, mon Colonel ".
Two of these had the number of their regiment on their shako.

The other, who had a deep and scarcely-healed scar over the ear, only wore a forage cap, having evidently lost his shako when wounded.
"What do you mean by saluting a prisoner," a French staff officer, when he was passing, angrily asked an old soldier.

"You have been long enough in the service, surely, to know that prisoners are not saluted." The soldier stood at attention.
"Monsieur le Capitaine," he said, "I am not saluting a prisoner.

I am saluting a brave officer, whose orders I have obeyed in a hard fight, and to whom I and my comrades probably owed our lives.

A mark of respect is due to a brave man, whether a prisoner of war or not." The officer passed on without answering and, arriving at headquarters, reported the circumstances to the general.
"I am not surprised, Captain Espel," the latter replied, with a slight smile.