'Have you ever known me make a mistake When I kill a man I kill him.

I put myself to pains, I tell you, not to kill this Englishman.

Therefore he will live.' 'I hope so,' the lieutenant said, with a dry smile.

'And you had better hope so, too, M.de Berault, For if not--' 'Well ?' I said, somewhat troubled.

'If not, what, my friend ?' 'I fear he will be the last man you will fight,' he answered.