Then, having said everything that could stir a man's spleen or pique his valor, they would dare their imaginary hearers, now that the Bannacks were few in number, to come and take their revenge--receiving no reply to this valorous bravado, they would conclude by all kinds of sneers and insults, deriding the Blackfeet for dastards and poltroons
, that dared not accept their challenge.
Should they fall upon a band of inferior force, or upon a village, weakly defended, they act with the ferocity of true poltroons
, slaying all the men, and carrying off the women and children as slaves.
With the pack-saddle I do not concern myself; but I may tell you on that head that my squire Sancho asked my permission to strip off the caparison of this vanquished poltroon
's steed, and with it adorn his own; I allowed him, and he took it; and as to its having been changed from a caparison into a pack-saddle, I can give no explanation except the usual one, that such transformations will take place in adventures of chivalry.
He hated Pip for a poltroon
. Snatching the boat-knife from its sheath, he suspended its sharp edge over the line, and turning towards Stubb, exclaimed interrogatively, cut?
Russians, when abroad, are over-apt to play the poltroon
, to watch all their words, and to wonder what people are thinking of their conduct, or whether such and such a thing is 'comme il faut.' In short, they are over-apt to cosset themselves, and to lay claim to great importance.
It would be easier for the weakest poltroon
that lives, to erase himself from existence, than to erase one letter of his name or crimes from the knitted register of Madame Defarge."
No lying poltroon
, but a courageous man whom you all love."
There is nothing beyond that door, with thou, poltroon
, to which death in this little chamber would not be preferable."
What a miserable little poltroon
had fear, engendered of unjust punishment, made of me in those days!
"Not before I have killed you, poltroon
!" cried D'Artagnan, making the best face possible, and never retreating one step before his three assailants, who continued to shower blows upon him.
They are either press-titutes driven by avarice or poltroons
guided by cowardice.
Biggest loser is Houston owner Tilman Fertitta, a fabulously successful businessman who is surrounded by a layup line of poltroons
and apparently doesn't know it.