"'No.'

"'All the better for you! Spanish fetters, General.'

"He showed a white scar on his shoulder.

"'Can you read that, Sir?'

"'Humph?'

"'This is what I cut out of it,'--and he handed the Governor a
little round stone, as big and almost as regular as a musket-ball.

"'Humph! that could hardly have been fired from a French musket.'

"'Can you read this?'--and he showed him a long cicatrix on his
other arm.

"'Knife, I think?' said the Governor.

"'You are right, Monsieur: Spanish knife!--Can you read
this?'--and opening his bosom, he showed a raw and bloody wound on
his breast.

"'Oh, the Devil!' cried the General.

"The wounded man put his coat on again, and stood erect and
haughty and silent.