"If it would, he would die! But it will not; and we must even do again as we have done.

I have spared him--he's a white-livered hound!--both once and twice, and we must go to the end with it since no better can be! I have thought it out, and it must be.

Only see you, old dog, that I have the dagger hid in the splint where I can reach it.

And then, when the exchange has been made, and my lady has her silk glove again--to put in her bosom!"-- with a grimace and a sudden reddening of his harsh features--"if master priest come within reach of my arm, I'll send him before me, where I go." "Ay, ay!" said Badelon.

"And if you fail of your stroke I will not fail of mine! I shall be there, and I will see to it he goes! I shall be there!" "You ?" "Ay, why not ?" the old man answered quietly.