"Stop," I said.
The Indian half crouched for counsel.
"I'll be a prince! Let him have it."
"Let him rob you?"
"We're quits, now. I've paid him for the lancet stab I gave him."
"But you haven't a whole bagful of coin left."
"We brought nothing into France, and it seems certain we shall take nothing but experience out of it. And I'm young, Skenedonk. He isn't."
The Oneida grunted. He was angrier than I had ever seen him.
"We ought to have knocked the old woman on the head at Saratoga," he responded.
Annabel's trick had swept away my little fortune. With recklessness which repeated loss engenders I proposed we scatter the remaining coin in the street, but Skenedonk prudently said we would divide and conceal it in our clothes. I gave the kind valet a handful to keep his heart warm; and our anxieties about our valuables were much lightened.