"Better." Ramsay grinned.
"He beat you," Pierre LeDou said. "Sacre! But he beat you!" The little man's eyes roved about the room, as though seeking the solution to a problem which he must solve, and Ramsay knew that he, too, hated Devil Chad. "He kicked you!" Pierre LeDou said.
"I know, and some day I'll pay him back for that."
Interest brightened in the little Frenchman's eyes. "You think so, M'sieu—M'sieu ..."
"Cartou," Ramsay said. "Ramsay Cartou. And I will not kill anybody unless I have to. But one day this Devil Chad will pay, ten times over, for everything he did to me."
"He is very hard man." Pierre LeDou sighed.
"So am I!" Ramsay gritted, and again anger rose within him. "Why should so many people tremble in their boots when he comes around?"
Pierre LeDou shrugged eloquently. "The job. A man has to have the job."
"I see. And Devil Chad controls 'the job'?"
"Not all," Pierre LeDou explained. "He does not walk so freely where the fishermen and farmers are."