The youth returned his gaze defiantly.
"Colonel De Courcelles does not like you," said Langlade, who had noticed the brief exchange.
"He does not," replied Robert.

"It was my bullet that hurt his shoulder, but I gave him the wound in fair combat." "And he hates you because of it ?" "That and other things." "What a strange man! A wound received in fair and honorable battle should be a tie that binds.

If you had given it to me in a combat on equal terms I'd have considered it an honor conferred upon me by you.
It would have wiped away all grievance and have made us friends." "Then, Monsieur Langlade, I'm afraid I missed my opportunity to make our friendship warmer than it is." "How is that ?" "I held you also under the muzzle of my rifle in that battle in the forest, but when I recognized you I could not send the bullet.

I turned the weapon aside." "Ah, that was in truth a most worthy and chivalrous act! Embrace me, my friend!" "No! No! We American men never embrace or kiss one another!" "I should have remembered.

A cold people! But never mind! You are my brother, and I esteem you so highly that I shall let nothing on earth take you away from us.