"'There!' he said with a hideous grin, and he handed Tignol the tooth."
"Is it really as good as that?" asked the stranger, in a tone that made the old man jump.
Tignol leaned closer, and then in a burst of admiration he cried: "Nom de dieu! It's Coquenil!"
CHAPTER XX
THE MEMORY OF A DOG
"It's a composition of rubber," laughed Coquenil. "You slip it on over your own tooth. See?" and he put back the yellow fang.