A pair of strong horses trained for war, would pull a chariot carrying two brave soldiers.
A more merry Christmas, Bob, my brave fellow, than I have given you, for many a year!
“I would like to do the same as them,” said Cedric. “My father was a soldier, and he was very brave… as brave as George Washington.
A good time for it! exclaimed Passepartout. Take him, friend! Kiouni is a brave and courageous beast!
“Much better… much better…” stammered the brave merchant. “In fact… yes, much better!
Mr Fogg did not have time to stop the brave fellow, who, opening a door without being seen by the Indians, succeeded in slipping under the car.
His gait was relaxed and gracious, and he carried his head high, with a slightly brave air.
It was now or never for the brave fellow to employ the strong, if not melodious voice, which nature had bestowed upon him.
It must also be said that when the brave merchant went to the castle, he had been somewhat overwhelmed by the splendours that prevailed around him.
The brave beast set off once again, at full gallop.