"There, that is all right," the Canadian said, as he gave a satisfied glance at the bandages; "in three weeks there will be nothing to be seen, if you take care of yourself; for, through a remarkable piece of good luck, the bone has not been touched, and the ball has only passed through the fleshy part of the arm. Now, my good friend, if you like to talk, I am ready."
"I have nothing to say, except to ask you to return the scoundrel who is the cause of the whole mishap."
"Hum! If we go on in that way, I am afraid we shall not come to an understanding. You know perfectly that the whole quarrel arose about the surrender of the scoundrel, as you term him."
"Still, I cannot lose my money."
"What money do you mean?"
"Well, my slave, if you prefer it; he represents a sum I do not at all care to lose; the less so, because things have been going very queerly with me lately, and I have suffered some heavy losses."
"That is annoying, and I pity you sincerely; still, I should like to settle the affair amicably as I began," the Canadian continued.
The American made a grimace.
"It is a deuced amicable way you have of settling matters," he said.
"It is your fault, my friend; if we did not come to an immediate arrangement, it was because you were a little too quick, as you will allow."