Hearing that the State was about to be overrun by a aggressive army, a War-horse belonging to a colony of the armed force offered his services to a passing Miller.
"No," said the patriotic Miller, "I will employ no one who deserts his position in the hour of danger. It is sweet to die for one's country."
Something in the judgment sounded informal, and, looking at the Miller more closely the War-horse recognized his master in disguise.