"In that case, let him speak." Baudichon breathed hard, and seemed to be on the point of pouring forth a torrent of words.

But he said nothing.

Instinct told him that his enemy was not to be trusted, but he had the wit to discern that Blondel had forestalled him, and had drawn the sting from his charges.

He could have wept in dull, honest indignation; but for accusations, he saw that the other held the game, and he was silent.

"Fat hog!" the man had called him.