"I can shoot rats as well as smell them." And I made the blade of my knife give a click that sounded for all the world like the cocking of a pistol.
"Armed!" ejaculated the tipsy scoundrel.

"God have mercy! Pardon, monsieur, I came to see if you were comfortable." "Monsieur citoyen is too good.

I am most comfortable, and beg to be waked at cock-crow.

_Bonsoir_." I knew of course that was not the end of him, but while he stumbled downstairs to take counsel with his comrades I had at least time to breathe.

I peeped out of the door.