two
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We can make a night of it , if you like . ' ` I will stay with you , ' said Rex , who seemed jovially inclined . Neither Greif nor the second thought it their business to suggest that their combatant had better get some rest before the battle . When two o'clock struck , Rex was teaching them all a new song , which was not in the book , his clear strong voice ringing out steadily and tunefully through the smoky chamber , his smooth complexion neither flushed nor pale from the night 's carousal , his stony eyes as colourless and forbidding , as his smile was genial and unaffected . As they rose to go , he caught sight of a huge silver-mounted horn that hung behind his chair . ` I will drink that out to-morrow night , with your permission , ' he said with a light laugh . ` Bravo ! '