You understand ?" Jacques's face was sombre, but he said quickly: "Yes--sir." He straightened himself on his horse, as if to put himself into discipline at once--as lead to the back of a racer.
Belward read the look.

He drew his horse close up.

Then he ran an arm over the other's shoulder.
"See here, Jacques.

This is a game that's got to be played up to the hilt.

A cat has nine lives, and most men have two.