“It was because I knew your wrongs that I stopped you; I thought you would be glad to serve me, because I hate the Sairmeuse.”
These words excited the interest of the old poacher, and he paused.
“I know very well that you hate the Sairmeuse now—but——”
“But what!”
“In less than a month you will be reconciled. And you will pay the expenses of the war and of the reconciliation? That old wretch, Chupin——”
“We shall never be reconciled.”
“Hum!” he growled, after deliberating awhile. “And if I should aid you, what compensation will you give me?”
“I will give you whatever you desire—money, land, a house——”
“Many thanks. I desire something quite different.”
“What? Name your conditions.”