I pretended to start running, and when he was within three yards of me I dropped on one knee, caught his ankles, and chucked him over my head.

I don't know whether he broke his neck or not.

I hope he did." "Splendid!" said Victoire.

"Splendid!" "Well, there I was, outside Paris, and I'm hanged if I know where.

I went on half a mile, and then I rested.