swaggered toward me now, and I said to myself, somewhat complacently,
that, with all his air of importance, I had a fuller conception than he
of what lay in his palm.

He hailed me without preface. "Where do you find food for your
laughter in this forsaken country, Montlivet? I have watched you
swagger up and down with a smile on your face for the last hour. What
is the jest?"

In truth, there was no jest in me by the time he finished. My own
thought had just called him a swaggerer, and now he clapped the same
phrase back at me.

"There are more swaggerers upon this beach than I," I cried hotly, and
I felt my blood rise.

My tone was more insulting than my words, and Cadillac, too, grew red.
I saw the veins upon his neck begin to swell, and all my childish
irritation vanished.

"Come, monsieur," I hastened; "I was wrong. But I meant no harm, and
surely here is a jest fit for your laughter, that two grown men should
stand and swell at each other like turkeycocks, all because they are
drunk with the air of a May day. Come, here is my hand."

"But you said that I"--

"And what if I did?" I interrupted. I had fallen into step, and was
pacing by his side. "What is there in the term that we should hold it
in slight esteem? I swagger. What does that mean, after all, but my