But we've got them nailed, and it's all right, old man!" Durand continued to curse things visible and invisible as he rubbed his leg, while Claiborne watched him impatiently.
"If you start to run I'll certainly kill you, Monsieur." "We have met, my dear sir, under unfortunate circumstances.

You should not take it too much to heart about the potato sack.

It was the fault of my dear colleagues.

Ah, Armitage, you look rather ill, but I trust you will harbor no harsh feelings." Armitage did not look at him; his eyes were upon the prostrate figure of Chauvenet, who seemed to be regaining his wits.

He moaned and opened his eyes.
"Search him, Claiborne, to make sure.