“Let Colonel Cochrane do it,” the Frenchman answered snappishly. “He takes too much upon himself this Colonel Cochrane.”
“There! There!” said Belmont soothingly, as if he were speaking to a fractious child. “I am quite sure that the Colonel will express his regret at what has happened, and will acknowledge that he was in the wrong—”
“I’ll do nothing of the sort,” snapped the Colonel.
“Besides, that is merely a personal quarrel,” Belmont continued hastily. “It is for the good of the whole party that we wish you to speak with the Moolah, because we all feel that you are the best man for the job.”
But the Frenchman only shrugged his shoulders and relapsed into a deeper gloom.
The Moolah looked from one to the other, and the kindly expression began to fade away from his large, baggy face. His mouth drew down at the corners, and became hard and severe.
“Have these infidels been playing with us, then?” said he to the dragoman. “Why is
