Make up your minds, or you will have nothing but a dead body to place--in the doctor's hands.

There is no escape for you." For the first time the wounded man faintly groaned.
"I must save her!" cried de Jars,--"I yield." "And I swear upon my honour that I will never try to get this woman out of your hands, and that I will never interfere with your conquest.
Knock, gentlemen, and remain as long as may be necessary.

I am patient.
Pray to God, if you will, that she may recover; my one desire is that she may die." They entered the house, and Quennebert, wrapping himself once more in his mantle, walked up and down before it, stopping to listen from time to time.

In about two hours the commander and the treasurer came out again, and handed him a written paper in the manner agreed on.
"I greatly fear that it will be a certificate of death," said de Jars.
"Heaven grant it, commander! Adieu, messieurs." He then withdrew, walking backwards, keeping the two friends covered with his pistols until he had placed a sufficient distance between himself and them to be out of danger of an attack.
The two gentlemen on their part walked rapidly away, looking round from time to time, and keeping their ears open.

They were very much mortified at having been forced to let a mere boor dictate to them, and anxious, especially de Jars, as to the result of the wound..