It was now needful I should justify myself and take a fair revenge.
Any little hesitation I may have felt passed entirely unnoticed, from the lucky incident of a round happening at that moment to go by.

And during the interval of silence there occurred something that sent my blood to the boil.

There was a private in our shed called Clausel, a man of a very ugly disposition.

He had made one of the followers of Goguelat; but, whereas Goguelat had always a kind of monstrous gaiety about him, Clausel was no less morose than he was evil-minded.

He was sometimes called _the General_, and sometimes by a name too ill-mannered for repetition.