“Good comrades must not quarrel,” said he.
Gavroche laughed:
“We must forestall danger,” he said.
Gavroche turned to the pale young giant:
“Mark you, comrade,” said he—“if the girl rouse, thou must into the room and—kill.”... He smiled evilly. “It is all we ask of thee.”
Suddenly he stepped close up to him:
“By thunder!” said he—“I think this fellow is too weak a fool for men’s work. We had best leave him out.”
The huge young fellow met his regard unflinching, with pale set face:
“Where Gavroche goes to-night I go,” said he—“if he and I hang for it. But I do no killing.”
There was a long silence between the two men.