And he was so patient with those dogs that he would not have killed one of them.

But I did; shot one straight through the brain--a beautiful thing--and he lies on the Oran road now.

Victor would not leave him, for fear some passer-by should be thought guilty of a murder.

So I came on to tell you, and ask you to send some men up for the jackal's body.

Ah! he is a fine soldier, that Bel-a-faire-peur of yours.