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Here Mr. Randel blew out one of the candles. The illustration was cogent. Mr. Clayton lighted it again with another candle. "There's method in his madness, Custis," he said, with a wink. "Let me introduce my great friend to you, Randel?" "Stop there," the engineer repeated, sternly, "till I have read my sentence.
But Randel went on firmly: "If you let me nearly die of hunger again, you will force me to commit a crime, and then, so much the worse for you other fat fellows." The mayor had risen and he repeated: "Take him away immediately or I shall end by getting angry." The two gendarmes thereupon seized the carpenter by the arms and dragged him out.
Randel got up, and raising his cap, said: "You do not happen to have any work for a man who is dying of hunger?" But the other, giving an angry look at the vagabond, replied: "I have no work for fellows whom I meet on the road." And the carpenter went back and sat down by the side of the ditch again.
He was soon awakened, however, by a rough shake, and, on opening his eyes, he saw two cocked hats of shiny leather bending over him, and the two gendarmes of the morning, who were holding him and binding his arms. "I knew I should catch you again," said the brigadier jeeringly. But Randel got up without replying.
A middle-sized man, with a large head and broad shoulders, and cloth leggings, buttoned to above his knee, sat in a nearly naked, carpetless room, writing, his table surrounded by burning wax candles, and his countenance was proud and intense. Mr. Clayton rushed upon him and seized his hand: "How is my friend Randel?
Randel seized the bread first of all and broke it with as much violence as if he were strangling a man, and then he began to eat voraciously, swallowing great mouthfuls quickly. But almost immediately the smell of the meat attracted him to the fireplace, and, having taken off the lid of the saucepan, he plunged a fork into it and brought out a large piece of beef tied with a string.
It was getting dark, and Jacques Randel, jaded, his legs failing him, his stomach empty, and with despair in his heart, was walking barefoot on the grass by the side of the road, for he was taking care of his last pair of shoes, as the other pair had already ceased to exist for a long time. It was a Saturday, toward the end of autumn.
Here and there in the fields there rose up stacks of thrashed out corn, like huge yellow mushrooms, and the fields looked bare, as they had already been sown for the next year. Randel was hungry, with the hunger of some wild animal, such a hunger as drives wolves to attack men.
Is it the part of hospitality to be taking advantage of our small interposing geography, and laying by the heels, through our local courts, a young, struggling, and, indeed, national undertaking?" "Let the courts of your state, which are pure, decide between us," said John Randel, Junior, relighting the candles with his tinder-box.
But Randel went on firmly: "If you let me nearly die of hunger again, you will force me to commit a crime, and then, so much the worse for you other fat fellows." The Mayor had risen, and he repeated: "Take him away immediately, or I shall end by getting angry." The two gendarmes thereupon seized the carpenter by the arms and dragged him out.
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