His coolness and dignity struck me as admirable under the circumstances.
"I am Maximilian de Bethune, son of the Baron de Rosny." "Then," said Croisette briskly, "one good turn has deserved another.
Your father, yesterday, at Etampes--no it was the day before, but we have not been in bed--warned us--" He broke off suddenly; then cried, "Run! run!" The boy needed no second warning indeed.

He was off like the wind down the street, for we had seen and so had he, the stealthy approach of two or three prowling rascals on the look out for a victim.

They caught sight of him and were strongly inclined to follow him; but we were their match in numbers.

The street was otherwise empty at the moment: and we showed them three excellent reasons why they should give him a clear start.
His after adventures are well-known: for he, too, lives.

He was stopped twice after he left us.