He looked after her buggy as she drove away, and chuckled—
"Ha—she brings me good news—zat woman!"
While the Dago Duke was warming up the fried potatoes and bacon, which remained from breakfast, over the rusty camp-stove, Dubois was diving under his bunk for a box from which he produced a yellowed shirt and collar, together with a suit of black clothes, nearly new.
"Per Iddio! 'Tis the Day of Judgment and you've gotten inside information!" jeered the Dago Duke.
Dubois showed his yellowed teeth.
"Mais oui, 'eet is ze Resurrection."
"I swear, you look like Napoleon, Dubois!" gibed the Dago Duke, when he was fully arrayed.
"Why not?" The Frenchman's face wore a complacent smirk. "Ze Little Corporal, he married a queen."
The frying-pan of fried potatoes all but dropped from the Dago Duke's hand, while his employer enjoyed to the utmost the amazement upon his face.
"The lady doc?"