Of all the deeds of my life, I love the least to think of this, and whether it were the act of a man or a traitor I will not ask.

I said to myself: "It is war--and the King's life is the stake." And I raised myself from beneath the pipe and stood up by the boat, which lay moored by the ledge.
Holding my breath, I marked the spot and raised my arm.

The great fellow stirred.

He opened his eyes--wide, wider.

He grasped in terror at my face and clutched at his rifle.