"Good, Lenoir. I can't promise you a free pardon, but I fancy you will get off lightly."
"I hope I may be sent to the same galley as Murray, alias Markby, has to serve; and if I am only chained to the same oar I shall be happy."
"Why."
"I will find an early opportunity, and then I will kill him."
"No, Lenoir; that will not be the way to shorten your sentence."
"I'll kill him."
"No; lead him a life of misery and dread while he is chained to the oar. What you do when you are both released is a matter I have no present concern with."
"March, then; let us be going."
And the coiner walked gaily away, his anger at being captured having been replaced by joy, at the hopes of avenging himself on the treacherous Markby, alias Murray.
Hocquart Clermont Delamarre himself walked arm-in-arm with the coiner, and the good people of Marseilles knew not that he had been taken.