"Monsieur had better go," he added to De la Riviere, "or even his beloved law may not save him!" "I will put an end to this," cried the other, bursting with anger.
"Come, gentlemen," he said to his companions, and turned away.
Medallion paused, then came to Valmond and said: "Your Excellency, if ever you need me, let me know.

I'd do much to prove myself no enemy." Valmond gave him his hand courteously, bowed, and, beckoning a soldier to take his horse, walked towards his tent.

He swayed slightly as he went, then a trembling seized him.

He staggered as he entered the door of the tent, and Parpon, seeing, ran forward and caught him in his arms.
The little man laid him down, felt his pulse, his heart, saw a little black stain on his lips, and cried out in a great fear: "My God! The black fever! Ah, my Napoleon!" Valmond lay in a burning stupor; and word went abroad that he might die; but Parpon insisted that he would be well presently, and at first would let no one but the Little Chemist and the Cure come in or near the tent..