‘Your clothes.’

‘Well, if this don’t lick cock-fighting!’ said he.  ’What am I to give you my clothes for?’

‘Because I need them.’

‘And suppose I won’t?’

‘Be jabers,’ said I, ‘I shall have no choice but to take them.’

He stood with his hands in the pockets of his great-coat, and a most amused smile upon his square-jawed, clean-shaven face.

‘You’ll take them, will you?’ said he.  ’You’re a very leery cove, by the look of you, but I can tell you that you’ve got the wrong sow by the ear this time.  I know who you are.  You’re a runaway Frenchy, from the prison yonder, as anyone could tell with half an eye.  But you don’t know who I am, else you wouldn’t try such a plant as that.  Why, man, I’m the Bristol Bustler, nine stone champion, and them’s my training quarters down yonder.’

He stared at me as if this announcement of his would have crushed me to the earth, but I smiled at him in my turn, and looked him up and down, with a twirl of my moustache.

‘You may be a very brave man, sir,’ said I, ’but when I tell you that you are opposed to Colonel Etienne Gerard, of the Hussars of Conflans, you will see the necessity of giving up your clothes without further parley.’

‘Look here, mounseer, drop it!’ he cried; ’this’ll end by your getting pepper.’

‘Your clothes, sir, this instant!’ I shouted, advancing fiercely upon him.

For answer he threw off his heavy great-coat, and stood in a singular attitude, with one arm out, and the other across his chest, looking at me with a curious smile.  For myself, I knew nothing of the methods of fighting which these people have, but on horse or on foot, with arms or without them, I am always ready to take my own part.  You understand that a soldier cannot always choose his own methods, and that it is time to howl when you are living among wolves.  I rushed at him, therefore, with a warlike shout, and kicked him with both my feet.  At the same moment my heels flew into the air, I saw as many flashes as at Austerlitz, and the back of my head came down with a crash upon a stone.  After that I can remember nothing more.

When I came to myself I was lying upon a truckle-bed, in a bare, half-furnished room.  My head was ringing like a bell, and when I put up my hand, there was a lump like a walnut over one of my eyes.  My nose was full of a pungent smell, and I soon found that a strip of paper soaked in vinegar was fastened across my brow.  At the other end of the room this terrible little man was sitting with his knee bare, and his elderly companion was rubbing it with some liniment.  The latter seemed to be in the worst of tempers, and he kept up a continual scolding, which the other listened to with a gloomy face.

‘Never heard tell of such a thing in my life,’ he was saying.  ’In training for a month with all the weight of it on my shoulders, and then when I get you as fit as a trout, and within two days of fighting the likeliest man on the list, you let yourself into a by-battle with a foreigner.’