But before I go, I must exact a _parole_ from both of you that you will keep the peace towards each other." "But, monsieur," Captain Barker exclaimed, "I want to kill him!" "Doubtless; but if, sir, you have that consideration for me which you professed by shaking hands with me just now, you will refrain.
Captain Salt will tell you, sir, that we have a small affair to discuss together as soon as we reach France again.

When that discussion is over, no doubt he will be at your service." The pair gave their promise reluctantly, and, as the Commodore left the cabin, sat down, facing each other across the table--Captain Salt with his back to the shattered stern-windows, which, a week or two before Tristram had touched up with fresh paint and simple enthusiasm.
They knew nothing of this.

Yet the first question asked by Captain Barker, after he had glared at his enemy in silence for twenty minutes, was: "Where is Tristram ?" "Tristram ?" "Ay; your son.

You have seen him and have been with him." "I do not know.

I lost him." "When?
Where ?" "Two months since.