Out there in the dark there is the wild tattoo of a thousand rifles; and hark!
Hark ye, lad Alleyne, to what I never told man or woman yet.
And hark you, Calderon, I tell you that I will not forego this pursuit.
Three times when I turned abruptly from her to Camille and called, "Hark!"
Hark ye, friend'—to one of the prisoners—'to what regiment do you belong?'