"The devils are coming on!" The men in the motor-car looked anxiously in the direction of his dreamy gaze, and they saw that the whole regiment at the end of the road was advancing upon them, Dr.Renard marching furiously in front, his beard flying in the breeze.
The Colonel sprang out of the car with an intolerant exclamation.
"Gentlemen," he cried, "the thing is incredible.

It must be a practical joke.

If you knew Renard as I do--it's like calling Queen Victoria a dynamiter.

If you had got the man's character into your head--" "Dr.Bull," said Syme sardonically, "has at least got it into his hat." "I tell you it can't be!" cried the Colonel, stamping.
"Renard shall explain it.

He shall explain it to me," and he strode forward.
"Don't be in such a hurry," drawled the smoker.