"He is too cunning."
"Will he come through here?"
"Perhaps."
"I shall stick my fingers in my ears and shut my eyes. Are you going to ride with them?"
"Yes."
"You won't let them kill old Pete, will you?"
"Not if I can help it."
After that, the child was more content. But when Richard was at last in bed, François came again across the hall, and stood on the threshold in the moonlight. "It would be dreadful if it was his last night."
"Whose last night, François?" sleepily.
"Old Pete's."