This was too much for Chester. Up to this time he had remained perfectly
cool, but the blow in the face, light though it was, was more than he
could stand. He took a quick step forward, and as he did so his right
fist flashed out, and the young Frenchman, struck squarely upon the nose,
went to the floor with blood streaming from his wounded member.
There came several subdued exclamations from the others of the party, and
the hands of the other French officers dropped to their revolvers.
But before any of them could draw, Hal had whipped forth his own
automatics, and covered them.
"I'll blow the head off the first one who makes a move," he said sternly.
The French officers made no move to draw.
The Frenchman whom Chester had knocked down now got to his feet,
considerably sobered up by the force of the lad's blow. He was suffering
more from wounded dignity than anything else, and he was very angry. He
approached Chester.
"For that blow," he said very quietly, "monsieur shall give me
satisfaction."
"I'll repeat the dose if that's what you want," said Chester, also
thoroughly aroused, and he took a step forward.
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