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He had taken the revolver from the floor and was holding it poised by the barrel in readiness to strike, when Sambuc disarmed him. "No, no! none of that. We are not murderers, we francs-tireurs; we are judges. Do you hear, you dirty Prussian? we're going to try you; and you need have no fear, your rights shall be respected.
Sambuc, with Ducat and Cabasse close at his heels, listened a moment before he answered, casting his eye over the wide horizon, and Maurice, standing beside him and gazing out over the panorama of valley and forest that lay beneath him, was struck with admiration. It was like a boundless sea, whose gigantic waves had been arrested by some mighty force.
"Bring him well forward to the edge of the table, his head over the tub, so as to avoid soiling the floor." They drew him forward, and Sambuc went about his task in a tranquil, decent manner.
Nothing would have pleased the peasants more than to deliver Sambuc and his band to the enemy, and they were only deterred from doing so by their fear of being shot in the back at a turn in the road some night should their attempt fail of success. It had occurred to Fouchard to inaugurate a traffic with them.
Cabasse's choking, inarticulate voice was heard exclaiming: "The cords, the cords!" and Ducat handed to Sambuc the coil of thin rope with which they had had the foresight to provide themselves. Scant ceremony was displayed in binding their hapless victim; the operation was conducted to the accompaniment of kicks and cuffs.
Then they carried their burden outside and placed it on the wheelbarrow that had served to convey to them their bread. "You'll not be troubled with him any more, I give you my word of honor!" declared Sambuc. "We'll go and toss him into the Meuse." "Be sure and fasten a couple of big stones to his feet," recommended Fouchard, "so the lubber shan't come up again."
Let him die, I say!" Sambuc rose to his feet with an air of profound gravity. "This you both declare to be your verdict, then death?" "Yes, yes! death!" The chairs were pushed back, he advanced to the table where Goliah lay, saying: "You have been tried and sentenced; you are to die."
He, Guillaume, did a little in the poaching and smuggling lines, and only one of that litter of wolves' whelps had grown up to be an honest man, and that was Prosper, the hussar, who had gone to work on a farm before he was conscripted, because he hated the life of the forest. "I saw your brother at Vouziers," Maurice continued; "he is well." Sambuc made no reply.
"Here is Sommanthe, to the right," Sambuc said at last, pointing to a high hill crowned by a wood. "Yoncq lies off yonder to the left. The fighting is at Beaumont, General." "Either at Varniforet or Beaumont," Ducat observed. The general muttered below his breath: "Beaumont, Beaumont a man can never tell where he is in this d d country."
The colonel attempted to question them, but Sambuc, intrenching himself in his dignity, refused to speak to anyone except the general.
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