[CHAPTER IV]
Gee up, Polignac!—André Marchais—Post-master at Bourget—I display the Tricolour on my carriage—Bard joins me—M. Cunin-Gridaine—Old Levasseur—Struggle with him—I blow out his brains!—Two old acquaintances—The terror of Jean-Louis—Our halt at Villers-Cotterets—Hutin—Supper with Paillet
By the time I reached Villette I could not put one leg before the other. But, by good luck, I caught sight of a trap.
"Driver," I said, "ten francs if you take me to Bourget!"
"Fifteen?"
"Ten!"
"Fifteen!"