"The little lady shall have the letter early in the morning. Do not doubt it. My friend, always wear my knife and scabbard. Do not, unless hard pressed by several, uncover yourself with those wide, slashing movements you used in the room. Keep behind the point, and God bless you."
Instead of taking Lander's outstretched hand he seized him by the shoulders and kissed him on both cheeks.
Lander almost winced in his surprise, then remembered the Frenchman's emotional nature, also his ferocity as a fighting man, and for the first time during the day found himself thinking of some one besides himself and Susette. The slight, frail figure and the snowy hair contrasted vividly with the indomitable will and high heart. He realized he had been Papa Clair's only intimate, perhaps the only close friend the old man had known for many years.
"Good-by, Papa. God knows I am grateful for all you've done for me. Sometime we'll meet again."
"A year and a half will go quicker for an old man than for youth waiting for his sweetheart. I shall be here, looking for you when the men
