a is not
mine--I found it in a book), if I were to say to you, 'I entertain a
high regard for infantry, but, after all, the foot soldier is an
incomplete soldier, deprived of his birthright, an inefficient body
deprived of that natural complement of the soldier, called a horse! I
admire his courage, I perceive that he makes himself useful in battle;
but, after all, the poor devil has only two feet at his command, while
we have four!' You see fit to consider a dragoon on foot ridiculous; but
does the foot-soldier always make a very brilliant appearance when one
sticks a horse between his legs? I have seen excellent infantry captains
cruelly embarrassed when the minister of war made them majors. They
said, scratching their heads, 'It's not over when we've mounted a grade;
we've got to mount a horse in the bargain!'"

This crude pleasantry amused the audience for a moment. They laughed,
and the mustard mounted higher and higher in Fougas' nose.

"In my time," said he, "a foot soldier became a dragoon in twenty-four
hours; and if any one would like to make a match with me on horseback,
sabre in hand, I'll show him what infantry is!"

"Monsieur," coolly replied M. du Marnet, "I hope that opportunities will
not be lacking to you in the field of battle. It is there that a true
soldier displays his talents and bravery. Infantry and cavalry, we alike
belong to France. I drink to her, Monsieur, and I hope you will not
refuse to touch glasses with me.--To France!"

This was certainly well spoken and well settled. The clicking of glasses
applauded M. du Marnet. Fougas himself approached his adversary and
drank with him without reserve. But he whispered in his ear, speaking
very thickly:

"I hope, for my part, that you will not refuse the sabre-match which I
had the honor to propose to you?"

"As you please," said the colonel of cuirassiers.

The gentleman from the other world, drunker than ever, went out of the
crowd with two officers whom he had picked up haphazard. He declared to
them that he considered himself insulted by M. du Marnet, that a
challenge had been given and accepted, and that the affair was going on
swimmingly.

"Especially," added he in confidence, "since there is a lady in the case!
These are my conditions--they are all in accordance with the honor of
the infantry, the army, and France: we will fight on horseback, stripped
to the waist, mounted bareback on two stallions. The weapon--the cavalry
sabre. F