"Play Theseus to this bull of Marathon." Chatellerault stood back, his hands on his hips, his head inclined towards his right shoulder, and an insolent leer of expectancy upon his face.
"Will that resolve you ?" he sneered.
"I will meet you," I answered, when I had recovered breath.

"But I swear that I shall not help you to escape the headsman." He laughed harshly.
"Do I not know it ?" he mocked.

"How shall killing you help me to escape?
Come, messieurs, sortons.

At once!" "Sor," I answered shortly; and thereupon we crowded from the room, and went pele-mele down the passage to the courtyard at the back..