We will each take spade and pick-axe, and in a very brief period we can hollow out a receptacle for the body of the one who falls.

When this work is completed, we will take to our swords and fight to the death, and the one who can keep his feet shall finish his fallen adversary, drag his body to the hole, and shovel the earth over his remains." "Never!" exclaimed Croisenois.

"Never will I agree to such barbarous terms." "Have a care then," returned Norbert; "for I shall use my rights.

That clock points to five minutes to eleven.

If, when it strikes, you have not decided to accept my terms, I shall fire." The barrel of the revolver was but a few inches from George de Croisenois' heart, and the finger of his most inveterate enemy was curved round the trigger; but his feelings had been so highly wrought up that he thought not of this danger.