Also, I added, that we had thirty men in the house (which, of course, was a lie) and plenty of ammunition and food, so that if he chose to continue the attack it would be the worse for him and his tribe.
On hearing this the herald shouted back that we should every one of us be dead before noon if he had his way.

Still, he would report my words faithfully to Quabie and bring his answer.
Then he turned and began to walk off.

Just as he did so a shot was fired from the house, and the man pitched forward to the ground, then rose again and staggered back towards his people, with his right shoulder shattered and his arm swinging.
"Who did that ?" I asked through the smoke, which prevented me from seeing.
"I, parbleu!" shouted Leblanc.

"Sapristi! that black devil wanted to torture me, Leblanc, the friend of the great Napoleon.

Well, at least I have tortured him whom I meant to kill." "Yes, you fool," I answered; "and we, too, shall be tortured because of your wickedness.