They chose out from among the hussars the finest looking fellow, and he was sent from town to town with a dozen comrades to enlist recruits. They played and sang some such song as this as they went: "Merry is the game we play, See, our uniforms so gay, And the ensign that we bear, 'Twas our sweethearts placed it there!" They each carried a bottle of good wine in their hands, and every citizen they met was promptly treated to a cup, till he noticed that they wore the hussar uniform. But no human power, once he had tasted the wine, could then free him, and he belonged thenceforth to the recruiting sergeants. The recruiters reaped the best harvest in the market-place, where they led a riotous dance. It was a regular Magyar measure, a wild, capricious "Csardas," with a dash in it of defiant pride, every movement and gesture suggesting reckless abandon. The clapping of hands, the clinking of spurs, the stamping of feet, all helped towards it, and when the last movement came, foot and heel vied with each other, as the tall figures swayed hither and thither, with the sabre swinging jauntily at their sides, and the "csákó" on their heads. No wonder that with a dozen such warriors dancing in a row, the women's eyes sparkled as they watched, and they beckoned to the tallest men in the crowd to come and join in. The recruiters had finished their dance, and were coming along the street where Marczi was walking. In front was the recruiting-sergeant, and he seemed in a right merry mood. Behind him came the piper, taking wild leaps and bounds as he played an accompaniment to the dancers on his bagpipes; then followed the rest, strutting along like peacocks, offering the bottle to all they met. Marczi did not look at them; he was in too much of a hurry. But the recruiting-sergeant stopped him. "Halloa, comrade, won't you stop for a word? Anyone would think you had stolen something by the way you run." "I am in a hurry. I have a job I want to finish. You have done your work, I see?" "Don't be a fool, man, we can only live once. Have a drink!" "The deuce take your drink. Don't you see that to-day I've carpentering business on hand. It won't do for me to get giddy when I'm on the ladder." "Well, a gulp of wine wouldn't do you any harm. You don't go any further till you've had a swallow from my bottle, I tell you." "Oh, very well," and Marczi took the proffered drink. "Here's to our true friendship, comrade!" said the other as he followed suit. Marczi was turning away, having thus gratified his interlocutor, when the latter called him back. "Marczi, Marczi!" he called, "here's something for you. Here, hold out your hand!" And the recruiting-sergeant pulled out a thaler from his coat-pocket, and forced it into Marczi's hand, shaking it as he did so. This time the carpenter would have gone off in earnest, but the other called him back in quite a peremptory tone.