human
That's an insult! You meant to keep me from winning my bet, but you've got to give me satisfaction! We are going to fight, do you hear? Look out for yourself, for I shall strike hard!
gpt
Yes, yes! shouted Jean Ficelle;
human
We must beat him; or else make him pay for twice the quantity of brandy for the company.
gpt
Is the whole lot of you going to take sides against him? That's brave of you--a dozen against one! I tell you not to lay a finger on him, or I'll scratch all your eyes out!
human
He ain't going to fight any twelve men, but just me alone, he said.--
gpt
Come on, are you ready?
human
No, replied Paul, who had remained perfectly calm amid all the uproar,
gpt
Then you're a coward!
human
I am not a coward. Let any other man come forward, and I'll agree to fight with him; but not with you, Sans-Cravate, for you're out of your head now, and to-morrow you'll be sorry that you struck your friend.
gpt
Ah! he's crawling! he's crawling! cried Jean Ficelle.
human
He wants to make us think Sans-Cravate has drunk too much.
gpt
I am the one you made a fool of by breaking that glass, and you've got to fight with me! repeated Sans-Cravate.