“Who?”
“Him!” said Dave, who seemed about to faint.
Tom elbowed him aside and peered ahead through the bushes.
“Oh, cripes!” he muttered, and dropping his load turned about to run.
Chapter X.
THE STORY OF JEAN PETIT.
To get a better conception of one of our characters we must change the scene.
It is a long harkening from an island in the Clarence to the Faubourg St. Antoine of Paris. But the threads in the wool of Life run far and wide.
In the Faubourg St. Antoine, twenty years before, dwelt one Jean Petit.