He may then marry Kit or--Curse him!" "No," I said sternly, "cursing is no good.

We must do something more.
And yet--we have promised Kit, you see, that we would save him--we must keep our word.

We must save him from Bezers at least." Marie groaned.
But Croisette took up the thought with ardour.

"From Bezers ?" he cried, his face aglow.

"Ay, true! So we must! But then we will draw lots, who shall fight him and kill him." I extinguished him by a look.