Ba'teese, he too would like to quit! But no, he shall not! And you shall not! By the cross of my Julienne, you shall not! Eet is to the end--and not before! You look like my Pierre! My Pierre had in heem the blood of Ba'teese--Ba'teese, who had broke' the way.

And Pierre would not quit, and you will not quit.

And--" "I will not quit!" Barry Houston said the words slowly, in a voice heightened by feeling and by a new strength, a sudden flooding of a reserve power that he did not know he possessed.

"That is my absolute promise to you, Ba'tiste.

I will not quit!" "_Bon_! Good! Golemar, you hear, eh?
_Mon ami_, he come to the barrier, and he look at the trouble, but he say he will not quit.
_Veritas_! _Bon_! He is my Pierre! He speak like my Pierre would speak! He will not quit!" "No," and then Houston repeated it, a strange light shining in his eyes, his hands clenched, breath pulling deep into his lungs.