"Draw sabers!" cried the dragoon officer, drawing his own.

"Thou canst not shake me by thy petty malice," answered Front-de-Boeuf, with a ghastly and constrained laugh. "The infidel Jew---it was merit with heaven to deal with him as I did, else wherefore are men canonized who dip their hands in the blood of Saracens?---The Saxon porkers, whom I have slain, they were the foes of my country, and of my lineage, and of my liege lord. ---Ho! ho! thou seest there is no crevice in my coat of plate ---Art thou fled?---art thou silenced?"