Victor whistled softly.

The arm, while thin, was like a staff of oak.

Presently the same arm reached out and snuffed the candle.
"Shall you ever go back to France, Paul ?" A sigh from the other side of the room.
"I saw the vicomte talking to De Leviston to-day.

De Leviston was scowling.

They separated when I approached." "Will you have the goodness to go to sleep ?" "What the devil brings De Leviston so high on this side the water ?" Silence.
"I never liked his sneaking face." A sentry called, another, and still another.
"Are you there, Paul ?" No answer.
"You're as surly as a papoose!" Soon after that there was nothing to be heard but the deep and regular breathing of two healthy men resting in sleep.
Some fourteen gentlemen sat around the governor's table the third Friday night.