“Tell him that we are all equally rich.”
“In that case he says that you are to choose at once which is to have the camel.”
“And the others?”
The dragoman shrugged his shoulders.
“Well,” said the Colonel, “if only one of us is to escape, I think you fellows will agree with me that it ought to be Belmont, since he is the married man.”
“Yes, yes, let it be Monsieur Belmont,” cried Fardet.
“I think so also,” said Stephens.
But the Irishman would not hear of it.
“No, no, share and share alike,” he cried. “All sink or all swim, and the devil take the flincher.”
They wrangled among themselves until they became quite heated in this struggle of unselfishness. Some one had said that the Colonel should go because he was the oldest, and the Colonel was a very angry man.
“One would think I was an octogenarian,” he cried. “These remarks are quite uncalled for.”
“Well, then,” said Belmont, “let us all refuse to go.”
