The will leaving the Manor of Pontiac to you!" Fournel turned as though with sudden anger to the officers.

"You come here--you enter my house to interfere with a guest of mine, on the charge of a drunken scoundrel like this! What is this talk of wills! The vapourings of his drunken brain.

The Seigneury of Pontiac belongs to Monsieur Racine, and but three days since Madame here dismissed this fellow for pilfering and other misdemeanours.

As for shooting--the man is a liar, and--" "Ah, do you deny that I came to you?
--" began Tardif.
"Constables," said Fournel, "I give this fellow in charge.

Take him to gaol, and I will appear at court against him when called upon." Tardif's rage choked him.