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Of the nearly perfect craters there are the Petit Puy de Dôme, lying partially against the northern flank of the greater eminence; the Puy de Cone, remarkable for the symmetry of its conical form, rising to a height of 900 feet from the plain; and the Puys de Chaumont and Thiolet lying to the north of the Puy de Dôme.
"Rascal, I will flog you with the flat of my sword!" roared Nicot; and he was about to draw when a strong hand restrained him. "Patience, comrade, patience; you go too fast." Du Puys loosened Nicot's hand. The young man leaned back in his chair and twirled the ends of his blond mustache. "If I were not so tired I could enjoy this comedy.
Tat's teh 'shteam prate'. I to-undt know for vot effrapotty puys tat prate annahow! Ovver you yoost vait dtill you see mine prate!" "Mr. Bison," said Narcisse, "Mr. Bison," he had been trying to stop him and get in a word of his own, but could not, "I don't know if you Mr. Mr. Bison, in fact, you din unde'stood me.
When at length the good Father moved to another side of the circle, where Du Puys and Nicot sat, the Chevalier stood up and stepped before D'Hérouville. "Rise, Monsieur," he said. His voice was even. D'Hérouville rose, wondering. Victor ceased to inspect his hands, and the vicomte let the blade sink to his knees. "You have laughed, Monsieur D'Hérouville; you have laughed at misfortune."
"Has he committed a crime?" asked Du Puys anxiously. "No, Major," carelessly, "but it seems that some one else has." "And the Chevalier is shielding him?" asked Brother Jacques. The vicomte gazed down at the young Jesuit, and smiled contemptuously. "Is he shielding some one, you ask? I do not say so. But keep your Jesuit ears open; you will hear something to-morrow."
Brawls were the bane of his existence, and he did his utmost to prevent them from becoming common affairs at the Corne d'Abondance. He trotted off to the cellars, muttering into his beard. Nicot and the king's messenger finished their supper, and then the latter was led to one of the chimney benches by Du Puys, who was desirous of questioning him.
"With an eye open," supplemented Bouchard. "I would not trust an Iroquois, saving he was dead and buried in consecrated ground." And he wagged his head as if to express his inability to pronounce in words his suspicions and distrust. "And his yell will congeal the blood in thy veins," said Du Puys; "for beside him the Turk doth but whisper. I know; I have seen and fought them both."
"Monsieur," continued the youth imperturbably, "I am on the king's service." Several at the tables stretched their necks to observe the stranger. A courier from the king was not an everyday event in Rochelle. De Puys rose. "Pah!" snorted Nicot; "you look the groom a league off. Leave the table." "All in good time, Monsieur.
On the south side of the platform a no less remarkable spectacle meets the eye. The chain of Puys and broken craters stretches away southwards for a distance of nearly ten miles, while the horizon is bounded in that direction by the lofty masses of the Mont Dore, Cantal, and Le Puy ranges.
A potboy, rushing past with his arms full of tankards, bumped into the landlord; but not even this aroused him. His gaze wandered from the right-hand bench to the left-hand bench, and back again, from the nut-brown military countenance of Captain Zachary du Puys, soldier of fortune, to the sea-withered countenance of Joseph Bouchard, master of the good ship Saint Laurent, which lay in the harbor.
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