Charras drew the proclamation from his pocket.
"Do you know that signature?"
"La Fayette? Not any more than the other!"
"No?"
"No!"
Charras next drew his pistols from his pocket, cocking them at the same moment as he placed them against the postmaster's breast—
"Ah!... Very well, do you recognise these?" he said.
"But, monsieur," exclaimed the man, "what are you going to do?"
"Going to do? By Jove! To kill you, if you don't give me horses!"
"But, monsieur, devil take it! men do not kill people like that ... they explain things."