Our plan had run as smoothly as if on wheels, up to now; so much so that I was really surprised, and asked, "Where on earth are the brigands?" And just then a breathless messenger ran up to warn us that the mob was outside the Lourdeaux gate-tower, and that they were attacking Peter Poullard's warehouse in Beyant, burning, sacking, and carrying all before them.
"his time," said I, "they will have to dance to our piping," and we rushed down to the Mirandole terrace, which overhangs the lower town. We could see nothing but a dense cloud of smoke shot through with red flames; above our heads sounded the frantic tocsin from the tower of St. Martin's, while from below rose a perfectly infernal clamor.
"Comrades," said I, "let us get down there as quick as we can, for the oven is heating, and no mistake, — but who is to lead us? You, Saulsoy?"
He hung back, however, saying that it was bad enough to be out of his bed at midnight, with an old musket in his hand, but when it came to making him Captain, that was a little too much! He did not mind obeying, he said, but for a fellow who had never been able to decide anything in his life, it was ridiculous to ask him to give orders.
"Who will be chief, then?"
