"My gars! are you crazy? How many did you say they were?"
"Two; that villain and his companion."
"Well, then, two against two; that's the right kind of war, as Georges Cadoudal of glorious memory used to say."
"But you have only one hand now, Maître Jacques."
"That doesn't matter, if the one hand is a good one. I'll settle the strongest of the pair."
"No, no! that's not in the agreement!"
"What do you mean?"
"I want the mayor for myself."
"You are exacting!"
"Oh, the villain! it will be little enough satisfaction for all he has made me suffer."