"Even savage hearts are touched by a proof of generous and undeserved confidence. Outram lived among the Bheels, and they harmed him not; they began by admiring, they ended in loving him. He hunted with them, and they wondered to see a courage yet more daring than their own. He cared for their wounds, he told them tales, he won the hearts of the robber tribe. Then he asked them if they would enlist as troops, and earn their bread in an honest way. Under such a leader they gladly enlisted, they became as faithful as they were brave—they defended the country they had loved to attack, and shed their blood freely in the cause of order and peace!"
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"What a fine fellow that Outram must have been!" exclaimed Louis. "I wonder if he is living still?"
"Oh yes! He is living—and long may he live! I used often to see him when he was in England."
"Did he tell you of his adventures with the Bheels?" asked little Julia.
"Oh no! I never could get him to speak of his adventures, though I longed to hear about them, especially of one famous hunting story, of his rolling upon the ground with a panther."
"Is it not he who is called the modern Bayard," said Percy, "the Chevalier sans peur et sans reproche?"
"What does that mean?" whispered Julia.
"Without fear and without reproach," replied Percy.
"Without fear for his enemies, or reproach for the way in which he treats them!" said the little girl, glancing archly at Louis.