"Yes, if you will leave me some of my medicine."
The gendarme bowed, handed back the flask, and the train rolled away.
CHAPTER CVII.
A DUEL.
"Paris at last," exclaimed Harvey.
"That's a good job, for I am tired of sitting, and want to stretch my legs; don't you, Mr. Mole?" said young Jack.
"Don't be ridiculous, Jack," replied Mr. Mole.
Harkaway senior, who had been looking out of the window, drew in his head and said—
"Well, Mr. Mole, you are in a nice fix."
"How?"