But Valescure is hurt bad--as bad.

It was six to one and half a dozen to the other--both no good at all.

But of course they'll arrest the old man--your great friend! He'll not give you any more fur-robes, that's sure.

He got away from the tavern, though, and he's hiding somewhere.

M'sieu' Jean Jacques can't protect him now; he isn't what he once was in the parish.