He is fearless, persevering, and implacable.

I have no doubt at all that he will kill me for the part that I have played to-night.' It was in the calmest voice that my companion uttered the remark, and it made me understand that it was no boast when he said there was more courage needed to carry on his unsavoury trade than to play the part of a _beau sabreur_ like Lasalle.

He paused a little, and then went on as if speaking to himself.
'Yes,' said he, 'I missed my chance.

I certainly ought to have shot him when he was struggling with the hound.

But if I had only wounded him he would have torn me into bits like an over-boiled pullet, so perhaps it is as well as it is.' We had left the salt-marsh behind us, and for some time I had felt the soft springy turf of the downland beneath my feet, and our path had risen and dipped over the curves of the low coast hills.