He came to by degrees, but confused, and feeling the bear around him, rolled away, yelling.
"Courage," cried Denys, "le diable est mort." "Is it dead?
quite dead ?" inquired Gerard from behind a tree; for his courage was feverish, and the cold fit was on him just now, and had been for some time.
"Behold," said Denys, and pulled the brute's ear playfully, and opened her jaws and put in his head, with other insulting antics; in the midst of which Gerard was violently sick.
Denys laughed at him.
"What is the matter now ?" said he, "also, why tumble off your perch just when we had won the day ?" "I swooned, I trow." "But why ?" Not receiving an answer, he continued, "Green girls faint as soon as look at you, but then they choose time and place.

What woman ever fainted up a tree ?" "She sent her nasty blood all over me.

I think the smell must have overpowered me! Faugh! I hate blood." "I do believe it potently." "See what a mess she has made me "But with her blood, not yours.

I pity the enemy that strives to satisfy you."' "You need not to brag, Maitre Denys; I saw you under the tree, the colour of your shirt." "Let us distinguish," said Denys, colouring; "it is permitted to tremble for a friend." Gerard, for answer, flung his arms round Denys's neck in silence.
"Look here," whined the stout soldier, affected by this little gush of nature and youth, "was ever aught so like a woman?
I love thee, little milksop--go to.

Good! behold him on his knees now.