CHAPTER XXVI.
"WHO ARE YOU, JOHN ARMITAGE ?" "_Morbleu, Monsieur_, you give me too much majesty," said the Prince .-- _The History of Henry Esmond_.
"These gentlemen doubtless wish to confer--let them sequester themselves!" and Armitage waved his hand to the line of empty sleeping-rooms.

"I believe Monsieur Durand already knows the way about--he may wish to explore my trunks again," and Armitage bowed to the two men, who, with their wrists tied behind them and a strap linking them together, looked the least bit absurd.
"Now, Claiborne, that foolish Oscar has a first-aid kit of some sort that he used on me a couple of weeks ago.

Dig it out of his simple cell back there and we'll clear up this mess in my shoulder.

Twice on the same side,--but I believe they actually cracked a bone this time." He lay down on a long bench and Claiborne cut off his coat.
"I'd like to hold a little private execution for this," growled the officer.

"A little lower and it would have caught you in the heart." "Don't be spiteful! I'm as sound as wheat.