“Of whom?”
“Of a captain of troopers who was here, and they sold their mules to a dealer, who is trying to sell them again to those Franciscan monks whom you see there.”
“Well, take our two mules and go and offer them to the monks instead; they ought to give you the preference.”
“But, then, how shall we go on?”
“On horseback, morbleu.”
“Diable!”
“Oh! a good rider like you. You will find me again on the Grand Place.” Chicot was bargaining for some horses, when he saw the monk reappear, carrying the saddles and bridles of the mules.
“Oh! you have kept the harness?”
“Yes.”
“And sold the mules?”