i gave one to the viscount and advised him to hold himself ready to fire, for, after all, erik might be waiting for us behind the wall.
we were to go by the communists' road and through the trap-door.
seeing my pistols, the little viscount asked me if we were going to fight a duel.i said:
"yes; and what a duel!" but, of course, i had no time to explain anything to him.the little viscount is a brave fellow, but he knew hardly anything about his adversary; and it was so much the better.my great fear was that he was already somewhere near us, preparing the punjab lasso.no one knows better than he how to throw the punjab lasso, for he is the king of stranglers even as he is the prince of conjurors.when he had finished making the little sultana laugh, at the time of the "rosy hours of mazenderan,"she herself used to ask him to amuse her by giving her a thrill.
it was then that he introduced the sport of the punjab lasso.