"Blood will tell.

No Montrevel could be afraid of powder.

You shall come with us to-morrow, Edouard." The boy sprang upon his brother's neck.
"And I," said Sir John, "will equip you to-day like a regular huntsman, just as they used to arm the knights of old.

I have a charming little rifle that I will give you.

It will keep you contented until your sabre and pistols come." "Well," asked Roland, "are you satisfied now, Edouard ?" "Yes; but when will he give it to me?
If you have to write to England for it, I warn you I shan't believe in it." "No, my little friend, we have only to go up to my room and open my gun-case.