"Harry, we have both of us faced death many times, and I am sure I am not going to turn my back on a Frenchman."
Poor Harry could say nothing more.
The Englishman rejoined them.
"I can't get that fellow to accept an apology——!"
"That's right," interposed Jack.
His second looked surprised at the youth's coolness, and continued—
"So I must parade you in the Bois de Boulogne at sunrise. It's about an hour's drive."
"Where shall we meet you?"
The second hesitated, and then named a time and place.
"Now," said Jack, "I will go and have a little sleep; not at home, but somewhere in this neighbourhood."