"Like a good soul!" Had it come to this, that Suzon pleaded with him as if he were a foolish, obstreperous child! "Faithless and unbelieving!" he said to Suzon in English.

"Didn't I play my game well a minute ago--eh--eh--eh, Suzon ?" "Oh, yes, yes, M'sieu'," she replied in English; "but now you are differen' and so are they.

You must goah, so, you must!" He laughed again, a queer sardonic sort of laugh, yet he put out his hand and touched the girl's arm lightly with a forefinger.

"I am a Quaker born; I never stir till the spirit moves me," he said.
He scented conflict, and his spirits rose at the thought.

Some reckless demon of adventure possessed him; some fatalistic courage was upon him.
So far as the eye could see, the liquor he had drunk had done no more than darken the blue of his eye, for his hand was steady, his body was well poised, his look was direct; there seemed some strange electric force in leash behind his face, a watchful yet nonchalant energy of spirit, joined to an indolent pose of body.