"If I win, I go to the Arabs; if you win, I come to your ranks." "Mort de Dieu! it is a droll gambling," murmured Chanrellon.

"But--if you win, do you think we shall let you go off to our enemies?
Pas si bete, monsieur!" "Yes, you will," said the other quietly.

"Men who knew what honor meant enough to redeem Rire-pour-tout's pledge of safety to the Bedouins, will not take advantage of an openly confessed and unarmed adversary." A murmur of ratification ran through his listeners.
Chanrellon swore a mighty oath.
"Pardieu, no.

You are right.

If you want to go, you shall go.