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I could but stare at him, incredulous, my fingers unconsciously grasping his jacket.

“He said that? Chevet?”

“Ay! Chevet; the message came by mouth of the half-breed, his voyageur, and I choked out of him where he had left his master, yet when I got there the man had gone. If we might meet tonight the matter would be swiftly settled.”

He gazed out into the darkness, and I saw his hand close on the hilt of his knife. I caught his arm.

“No, no Monsieur; not that. You must not seek a quarrel, for I am not afraid––truly I am not; you will listen––”

There was a voice speaking in the office room behind, the closing of a door, and the scraping of a chair as someone sat down. My words ceased, and we stood silent in the shadow, my grasp still on De Artigny’s arm.

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