About ten o'clock, he suddenly said to me:
"Are you ready?"
I rose; and, as he was bringing me my gun himself, I asked:
"Are we to load with bullets or with deershot?"
He showed some astonishment; then he rejoined:
"Oh! only with deershot; make your mind easy! that will be enough."
Then, after some seconds, he added in a peculiar tone:
"You may boast of having splendid coolness."
I burst out laughing.
"I? Why, pray? Coolness because I went to kill a fox? But what are you thinking of, my friend?"