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"Stop, Gilles!" commanded De Berquin. "Go yonder, while I listen to this amusing knave. Let him talk awhile before he dies." Barbemouche sullenly went over to the side of Francois, and stood there glowering at me. It was a relief to know that his sword-point was no longer at my back. "Now, rascal!" said De Berquin to me. "My present enterprise, and how you can be useful to me in it?"
I bore directly southward, and hence passed far east of Angers. I soon made up my mind that M. Barbemouche was a man of persistence. I did not stop anywhere for food or drink. Neither did M. Barbemouche. I crossed the Loire at Saumur. So did he. "Very well," I said. "If my horse only holds out, I will lead you all the way to Gascony." Once I let my horse eat and rest; twice I let him drink.
"The first name on my list shall be Blaise Tripault," I replied, smiling, and rode on, alone. Whenever I heard riders behind me, I looked back. At evening I reached an eminence which gave a good view of the country through which I had passed. Two groups of horsemen were visible. One of these consisted of seven men. The chief figure was a burly one which I could not mistake, that of Barbemouche.
Instantly the bearded giant was on his feet, with his huge sword poised in the air. "Rascal yourself twice over, and no gentleman!" he cried, quivering with noble wrath. "What, you lank scarecrow!" said Barbemouche, rising in his turn, and rushing to meet the other. Their fat comrade now rose and thrust his sword between the two, for the purpose of striking up their weapons.
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