Isn't that so ?" "What then ?" "I will go with you." "Booty ?" "No, revenge." "On whom ?" "The man you hate--Iberville." Gering's face darkens.

"We are not likely to meet." "Pardon! very likely.

Six months ago he was coming back from France.

He will find you.

I know the race." A sneer is on Gering's face.