"Hearken, captain." said D'Harmental, making a new effort to retain his sang-froid, and endeavoring to renew the negotiations, "I will give you twenty thousand francs down."
"Trash," answered the captain.
"I will take you with me to Spain."
"Fiddlesticks."
"And I engage on my honor to obtain you a regiment."
Roquefinette began to hum a tune.
"Take care," said D'Harmental; "it is more dangerous for you now, at the point at which we have arrived, and with the terrible secrets which you know, to refuse than to accept."
"And what will happen, then, if I refuse?" asked Roquefinette.
"It will happen, captain, that you will not leave this room."
"And who will prevent me?"