"But my wines?"
"True. He would drink them. He would also eat your finest sausages. And, once good and drunk, he would burn down the inn about your ears." Bouchard shook his head.
"Our Lady!"
"Or give him a bed," suggested Du Pays.
"What! a bed?"
"Surely, since he must sleep like other human beings."
"With an eye open," supplemented Bouchard. "I would not trust an Iroquois, saving he was dead and buried in consecrated ground." And he wagged his head as if to express his inability to pronounce in words his suspicions and distrust.
"And his yell will congeal the blood in thy veins," said Du Puys; "for beside him the Turk doth but whisper. I know; I have seen and fought them both."
Maître le Borgne began to perspire. "I am lost! But you, Messieurs, you will defend yourselves?"
"To the death!" both tormentors cried; then burst into laughter.