“No,” said Jack. “Are you?”
“What has that to do with it?”
“A lot. I was just wondering if you would be able to meet your death as calmly as I shall be able to meet mine.”
“So! a boaster, eh?”
“No, I am no boaster,” said Jack.
“What are you, anyhow? An Englishman?”
“Yes. How did you guess it?”
“I have seen many of your kind. I thought so. Well, there will soon be one Englishman less in this world.”
“So you say,” said Jack. “To tell the truth, I’m not sure you have courage enough to shoot a man, when he is looking at you.”
“You shall see.”