But for some time he would come no farther into the business.

He listened, his mouth open and his eyes glittering, to my plan until I came to his share in it; and then he fell into a violent fit of trembling.
'You want me to fight, monsieur,' he cried reproachfully, shaking all over like one in the palsy.

'You said so the other night.

You want to get me killed! That's it.' 'Nonsense!' I answered sharply.

'I want you to hold the horses!' He looked at me wildly, with a kind of resentment in his face, and yet as if he were fascinated.
'You will drag me into it!' he persisted.