“Come,” said I, with an assumed boldness, “if you have quite done with that passport of mine, give it to me, and let me pursue my journey.” So eager were they in their own converse, that this speech, too, was unheeded; and now, grown rasher by impunity and impatience, I stepped stoutly forward, and attempted to take the passport from the soldier's hand. “Sturm und Gewitter!” swore out the fellow, while he struck me sharply on the wrist, “do you mean to try force with us?” And the other drew his sabre, and, flourishing it over his head, held the point of it within a few inches of my chest. I cannot imagine whence came the courage that now filled my heart, for I know I am not naturally brave, but I felt for an instant that I could have stormed a breach; and, with an insulting laugh, I said, “Oh, of course, cut me down. I am unarmed and defenceless. It is an admirable opportunity for the display of Austrian chivalry.” “Bey'm Henker! It's very hard not to slice off his ear,” said the soldier, seeming to ask leave for this act of valor. “Get out your cords,” said the corporal; “we 're losing too much time here.” “Am I a prisoner, then?” asked I, in some trepidation. “L suspect you are, and likely to be for some time to come,” was the gruff answer. “On what charge--what is alleged against me?” cried I, passionately. “What has sent many a better-looking fellow to Spielberg,” was the haughty rejoinder. “If I _am_ your prisoner,” said I, haughtily,--“and I warn you at once of your peril in daring to arrest a British subject travelling peacefully--You are not going to tie my hands! You are not going to treat me as a felon?” I screamed out these words in a voice of wildest passion, as the soldier, who had dismounted for the purpose, was now proceeding to tie my wrists together with a stout cord, and in a manner that displayed very little concern for the pain he occasioned me.