No Frenchman goes to war except in a white uniform." They were all silent for a moment, and I saw them eyeing Polete distrustfully. But he was foaming at the mouth with fury. "A lie!" he screamed. "A lie, same's de uddah. Don' yo' see what we mus' do? Kill 'em! Kill 'em, an' nobody else'll evah know!" That low growling which I had heard before again ran through the crowd. I must play my last card.