"This course seems logical to me," observed the young peasant.
"So take some weapon, gun or sword, from those beer drinkers lying there," said the farmer, pointing to half-a-dozen dragoons on the pave, "and let us go to the college."
"But these weapons are not mine, but the King's," objected Pitou.
"They are the people's," corrected Billet, whereupon the other who knew the speaker was incapable of wronging a man to the extent of a mustard-seed, went up to the nearest corpse with multiplied caution, and making sure he was lifeless, he took his musket, cartridge-box and sabre.
He wanted to take his hamlet but had his doubts about the defensive armor being "confisticatable" like the offensive arms; while deliberating he listened towards Vendome Square.
"It seems to me that the Royal Germans are coming back again," he said.
Indeed a troop of horse was heard coming at the walking gait.
"Quick, quick, they are returning," said Pitou.
"Billet looked around to see what means of resistance were offered, but the place was almost deserted.
"Let us be off," said he.