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Gaspard had also started up, and it seemed as if the little camp were in danger of becoming a scene of strife, when Dick Prince, who was habitually silent and unobtrusive, preferring generally to listen rather than to speak, laid his hand on Gaspard's broad shoulder and pulled him somewhat forcibly to the ground.
They alighted at last at the Prince di Lauria's Gaspard's father-in-law and old friend. * Albano, dissatisfied with all, kept his inspiration sacrificing to the unearthly gods of the past round about him, after the old fashion, namely, with silence. Well might he and could he have discussed, but otherwise, namely in odes, with the whole man, with streams which mount and grow upward.
The Englishman made a pellet of bread and flicked it at the other's face. "I may have to box your ears, old friend. Since when have I taken to shirking a fracas? We were together at St. John d'Ulloa, and you should know me better." "Are you armed?" was Gaspard's next question. Champernoun patted his sword. "Also there are pistols in my holsters." "You have a horse, then?"
By its fruition I mean that I have come to settle with you." "You...?" the other stammered. "I am Gaspard de Laval, a kinsman and humble follower of Goligny." The Jacobin was no coward. "Treason!" he cried. "A Huguenot! Cut them down, my men," and he drew a knife from beneath his robe. But Gaspard's eye and voice checked the troopers. He held in his hand the gold trinket.
Little speech passed between them, save that speech of comrades, who use more the sign than the tongue. It seemed to Pierre after a time that Gaspard's wrongs were almost his own. Yet with this difference: he must stand by and let the avenger be the executioner; he must be the spectator merely.
Nancy was unable to restrain herself from taking a sample of it to Gaspard's bedside. "Mais but I can not eat it now," he cried, misunderstanding the purpose of her visit, "nor again nor ever again. Jamais!" "I don't want you to eat it, Gaspard, I want you to look at it, and tell me what makes it that color. It turned tan, you see. I don't want to poison any one."
The Italian's band, crazy with drink and easy slaying, straggled across the wide quay and had no thought of danger till the two horsemen were upon them. The songs died on their lips as they saw bearing down on them an avenging army. The scared cries of "The Huguenots!" "Montgomery!" were to Gaspard's following a confirmation of their treachery.
Little speech passed between them, save that speech of comrades, who use more the sign than the tongue. It seemed to Pierre after a time that Gaspard's wrongs were almost his own. Yet with this difference: he must stand by and let the avenger be the executioner; he must be the spectator merely.
With the serving of the first course of dinner Gaspard's wonderful Purée Mongol an artist's dream of all the most delicate vegetables in the world mingled together as the clouds are mingled, the tensity in the air seemed to break and shatter about them in showers of brilliant, artificial mirth, which presently, because they were all young and fond of one another and their group had the habit of intimacy, became less and less strained and unreal.
Pierre laid his hand upon Gaspard's shoulder as they travelled out into the morning, and said: "My friend, I understand. Your secret is safe with me; you shall take me to the place where the gold is buried, but it shall wait there until the time is ripe. What is gold to me? Nothing. To find gold that is the trick of any fool. To win it or to earn it is the only game.
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