There are better ways in which to strike blows for me than that.

As to my going on with you, or returning alone, that may all be discussed when we make camp again at daylight.

Then we will settle the matter coolly, not in the heat of anger.

You are both my friends, nor would I awaken between you any cause for controversy." De Noyan laughed.
"_Sacre_! 'tis the accursed night got into our blood," he exclaimed.
"The very air seems poisoned with horror, while my back aches so with pulling this oar, I would esteem it relief to fight with my best friend.

It was hard fortune that the boy Alphonse happened in track of that Spaniard's bullet.