"One game to me," said Delange.
"So much the better," replied de Morin. "I shall win the second, and then we can play the conqueror."
"Pending which, I mark the king," rejoined the doctor.
"Mark away, but excuse me for one moment whilst I glance at this arrow which just missed my back."
He put out his hand and, without getting up, pulled the impertinent missile out of the ground.
"Look," continued de Morin, turning to me, "the shaft is feathered with the leaves of the banana tree."
"To increase its velocity," remarked Delange, as he shuffled the cards. "Is the point iron or wood?"
"Iron."
"That is bad; I do not like that, the wound is so much more difficult to cure."
"See," said de Morin, handing the arrow to the doctor. "It seems as if the point were smeared with some gummy substance."