He slaps one hand upon his inflated chest.
"To ze death, monsieur!" "Good! Tell me, are you armed ?" "It has been my habit, among zese Arabs, zese negroes, zese ragged Kabyles from ze mountains.

I would not trust my life wizout zis." Then he suddenly flourishes before John's eyes, delighted with the spectacle, a genuine American bull-dog revolver, which, judging from its appearance, is capable of doing considerable execution when held by a determined hand, and guided with a quick eye.
John instantly matches it.
"Hurrah!" he exclaims, with enthusiasm, "we are well matched, Monsieur Constans.

Let it be the old story of Lafayette and Washington." "It ees glorious! Zey won ze fight.

Why should not we, monsieur--" "My name is Doctor John Craig from Chicago." "I greet you zen, Monsieur Doctaire.

Zis is all new business to me.