Part 35 (1/2)
”Come, come,” said Roland, ”don't bother about that; it's our boar.”
”Well, Monsieur Louis, we will fetch your boar tomorrow.”
”That's it,” said the second peasant, ”to-morrow morning, when it's light.”
”But to go there at night--”
”Oh! to go there at night--”
The peasant looked at his comrade and both shook their heads.
”It can't be done at night.”
”Cowards.”
”Monsieur Louis, a man's not a coward because he's afraid.”
”No, indeed; that's not being a coward,” replied the other.
”Ah!” said Roland, ”I wish some stronger minded men than you would face me with that argument; that a man is not a coward because he's afraid!”
”Well, it's according to what he's afraid of, Monsieur Louis. Give me a good sickle and a good cudgel, and I'm not afraid of a wolf; give me a good gun and I'm not afraid of any man, even if I knew he's waiting to murder me.”
”Yes,” said Edouard, ”but you're afraid of a ghost, even when it's only the ghost of a monk.”
”Little Master Edouard,” said the peasant, ”leave your brother to do the talking; you're not old enough to jest about such things--”
”No,” added the other peasant, ”wait till your beard is grown, my little gentleman.”
”I haven't any beard,” retorted Edouard, starting up, ”but just the same if I was strong enough to carry the boar, I'd go fetch it myself either by day or night.”
”Much good may it do you, my young gentleman. But neither my comrade nor myself would go, even for a whole louis.”
”Nor for two?” said Roland, wis.h.i.+ng to corner them.
”Nor for two, nor four, nor ten, Monsieur de Montrevel. Ten louis are good, but what could I do with them if my neck was broken?”
”Yes, twisted like Pierre Marey's,” said the other peasant.
”Ten louis wouldn't feed my wife and children for the rest of my life, would they?”
”And besides, when you say ten louis,” interrupted the second peasant, ”you mean really five, because I'd get five, too.”
”So the pavilion is haunted by ghosts, is it?” asked Roland.
”I didn't say the pavilion--I'm not sure about the pavilion--but in the Chartreuse--”
”In the Chartreuse, are you sure?”