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Pauline and Zulma occupied a favorable position in the midst of a large group where they could see everything and hear all the commentaries of the crowd. "Why don't the Bastonnais come on?" said an old Frenchman, dashing his blue woollen bonnet to one side of his forehead. "They are imbeciles. They don't understand their chance." "You are right," answered another old man near him.
A few hours after her departure, Batoche suddenly made his appearance with the startling intelligence that the Bastonnais would return the next day to begin the regular siege of the town, and the anxious father commissioned him to set out and bring back his daughter at once.
"Never mind what we will believe. Only tell us what it is," said the third. "Well, they told Pierriche that these Bastonnais are terrible men, tall and strong. They suffer neither cold nor heat. Nothing can hurt them, neither powder, nor ball." "And why not?" "Because...." Here the pretty housewife paused suddenly, and with a look of mingled fear and surprise, pointed to the river.
"At last!" exclaimed the hermit, raising his eyes to the ceiling. "The Bastonnais have surrounded the city." "And will the Wolves be trapped?" asked Batoche in a voice of thunder. "Ha! ha! I heard it all in the song of my old violin.
She, too, was about to leap forth, when her servant ran back precipitately, exclaiming: "The Bastonnais!" At the same moment the gleam of bayonets was seen under the arch of the bridge, two soldiers advanced into the light, and the sharp, stern summons of halt resounded through the hollow. The servant stood trembling behind the sleigh. Zulma quietly signalled the two soldiers to approach her.
It was the first time the terrible Bastonnais were seen by the inhabitants, and they did not inspire any terror. Roderick Hardinge pretty well interpreted the general feeling in a conversation which he held that same afternoon with Pauline and Zulma. The latter had argued that the flag of truce should have been received.
After leaving the banquet hall, the Lieutenant-Governor immediately set about acting upon the important intelligence which he had received from Donald. Now that the long suspense was over, and that the threatened invasion of the Bastonnais had become a reality, he felt himself imbued with the energy demanded by the occasion.
Whereupon there was a laugh, for Boniface was a mountebank of La Canardiere, famous in the city and all the country side. "A Bastonnais prisoner has just been brought in," said a fourth. At this a serious interest was manifested. A Bastonnais prisoner meant an American prisoner. The expedition of Arnold was known to have started from Boston. Hence its members were called Bostonese.
The secretary was a very old man who listened attentively to his superior, biting the feathers of his pen and giving other signs of nervous excitement. "I am certain, sir, that you do not exaggerate the situation," he said, speaking slowly, but with emphasis. "We are on the eve of a crisis, and I suspect that this time next week the town of Three Rivers will be in the hands of the Bastonnais.
I know she is a rebel at heart. That proud white neck will never submit to the yoke of English tyranny. She is born for freedom. There is no chain that can bind those beautiful limbs. I will have an eye over her. I will be her protector. Her friendship is it only friendship? with the young Bastonnais is another link that attaches her to me. I will follow her fortunes."
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