He was the sort of man to live up to the letter of a wager, when it was honestly made.

But, if he didn't-- Jolly Roger paused long enough to take the cartridges from his gun.
There would be no more shooting'-- on his part.
The mellow autumn sun was flooding the open door of the cabin when he came up.

He heard laughter.

It was Giselle.

She was talking, too.