Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
roué-duelist drooped his lashes; whereupon Chambret, with a short laugh, went on deck.
As he emerged from the companion way he met O'Rourke, walking forward.
The Irishman was dressed for his coming part; there would be an immediate landing, as all guessed from a knowledge of the impatient nature of le petit Lemercier, and O'Rourke would be expected to head the army of occupation. He was, therefore, attired in khaki, with a pith helmet and puttees of the same dust-colored material; on his shoulders were the straps bearing the insignia of his rank, and by his side a light sword; a leathern holster hung at his belt, holding a revolver of respectable size.
Thus attired he looked uncommonly comfortable and even at peace with the heat; the light green lining of his helmet threw over his brow a pale, cool tint that added to the general effect, and aroused Chambret's humorously expressed jealousy.
"If monsieur will consent to become an officer of the army," retorted the Irishman, "he may wear one of these beautiful uniforms."
"It is gay and tempting," admitted Chambret. "Does your offer include the accouterments?" he added, glancing at the revolver.
"All," returned the Irishman imperturbably.
"I've a great mind to accept," said Chambret. "I desire to wear one of those pretty popguns that you affect, monsieur."
"It would adorn ye."
"And add immeasurably to my peace of mind."
O'Rourke raised his brows in inquiry. "Monsieur le Prince?" he asked, in a low tone, nodding significantly toward the companionway.
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