"Thank you, monsieur," said Gaston.
"Well?" said the captain, when they were alone.
"Well," said Gaston, "you were right."
"Yes; but I am exactly like the man who went round Jerusalem crying out 'Woe!' for seven days, and the eighth day a stone thrown from the walls struck him and killed him."
"Yes, I know that we are to die together."
"Which annoys you a little; does it not?"
"Very much, for I had reason to cling to life."
"Every one has."
"But I above all."
"Then I only know one way."