"What is that?" said the soldier, uneasy at perceiving that all was not over.
"That you will go and fetch me the letter your comrade has in his pocket."
"But," cried the bandit, "that is only another way of killing me. How can I go and fetch that letter under the fire of the bastion?"
"You must nevertheless make up your mind to go and get it, or I swear you shall die by my hand."
