The knife was not the only weapon he had known in Servia; he carried a potato sack across his saddle-bow.

Chauvenet and Durand sent him ahead to set the pace with his inferior mount.

They talked together in low tones as they followed.
"He is not so big a fool, this Armitage," remarked Durand.

"He is quite deep, in fact.

I wish it were he we are trying to establish on a throne, and not that pitiful scapegrace in Vienna." "I gave him his chance down there in the valley and he laughed at me.