From the window De Catinat could see him slip into the same gilded chariot which had stood in his way as he drove from Versailles.
"By my faith," said he, turning to the young American, "we all owe thanks to the prince, but it seems to me, sir, that we are your debtors even more.

You have risked your life for my cousin, and but for your cudgel, Dalbert would have had his blade through me when he had me at a vantage.

Your hand, sir! These are things which a man cannot forget." "Ay, you may well thank him, Amory," broke in the old Huguenot, who had returned after escorting his illustrious guest to the carriage.

"He has been raised up as a champion for the afflicted, and as a helper for those who are in need.

An old man's blessing upon you, Amos Green, for my own son could not have done for me more than you, a stranger." But their young visitor appeared to be more embarrassed by their thanks than by any of his preceding adventures.