There they sent the Servian forward to the Springs, and Armitage went
home, leaving Oscar to wait for the return of the receipt.
It was after midnight when Oscar placed it in Armitage's hands at the
bungalow.
"Oscar, it would be a dreadful thing to kill a man," Armitage declared,
holding the empty envelope to the light and reading the line scrawled
beneath the unbroken wax. It was in French:
"You are young to die, Monsieur."
"A man more or less!" and Oscar shrugged his shoulders.
"You are not a good churchman. It is a grievous sin to do murder."
"One may repent; it is so written. The people of your house are Catholics
also."
"That is quite true, though I may seem to forget it. Our work will be
done soon, please God, and we shall ask the blessed sacrament somewhere
in these hills."
Oscar crossed himself and fell to cleaning his rifle.
CHAPTER XIX
CAPTAIN CLAIBORNE ON DUTY
When he came where the trees were thin,
The moon sat waiting there to see;
On her worn palm she laid her chin,
And laughed awhile in sober glee
To think how strong this knight had been.
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