the quarry of his dreams...

one of the leading actors in that imaginary cast which played out such fine dramas in his fantasies.

It was too much for Tartarin to bear.

Suddenly the blood flooded to his cheeks.

His eyes blazed, and with a convulsive gesture he slapped the rifle onto his shoulder, then turning to the brave Commandant Bravida (quartermaster.
Ret) he said in a voice of thunder, "Come, Commandant, let us go and see this." "Excuse me.