"Shall I lug him out, lieutenant?" asked the corporal, who had Taverney's half-dozen men as escort.
"No, this is a personal quarrel," said his superior. "You need not interfere."
There was truly no need; for, after three minutes, Jean Dubarry drew back from the conflict with Redcastle, his sleeve dyed with blood.
"Go, sir," said the victor, "and do not play such pranks any more."
"Tush, I pay for them," grumbled the viscount.
Luckily three horses came in which would do for the change, and the innkeeper was only too glad to get rid of the turbulent viscount at their price. As he mounted the carriage steps, he grumbled at Gilbert's being in the way.
"Hush, brother," said Chon; "he knows the man who wounded you. He is Philip of Taverney."
"Then we shall be even yet," said the viscount, with a gleam of gladness. "You are on the high horse at present, my little dragoon," he shouted out to Taverney; "but turn about is fair play."
"To the return, if you please," replied the officer.
"Yes, Chevalier Philip de Taverney!" called Jean, watching for the effect of the sudden declaration of his name.