"No, I will trust a gunner of the Republic. It occurred to me that for this great affair we could make use of this corvette that you have been observing so long. For to count on the capture of any old tartane by the fleet in a way that would not arouse suspicion is no use."
"A lubberly notion," assented Peyrol, with more heartiness than he had ever displayed towards Lieutenant Réal.
"Yes, but there's that corvette. Couldn't something be arranged to make them swallow the whole thing, somehow, some way? You laugh . . . Why?"
"I laugh because it would be a great joke," said Peyrol, whose hilarity was very short-lived. "That fellow on board, he thinks himself very clever. I never set my eyes on him, but I used to feel that I knew him as if he were my own brother; but now . . ."
He stopped short. Lieutenant Réal, after observing the sudden change on his countenance, said in an impressive manner:
"I think you have just had an idea."
"Not the slightest," said Peyrol, turning suddenly into stone as if by enchantment. The lieutenant did not feel discouraged and he was not surprised to hear the effigy of Peyrol pronounce: "All the same one could see." Then very abruptly: "You meant to stay here to-night?"
"Yes. I will only go down to Madrague and leave word with the sailing barge which was to come to-day from Toulon to go back without me."
"No, lieutenant. You must return to Toulon to-day. When you get there you must turn out some of those damned quill-drivers at the Port Office if it were midnight and have papers made out for a tartane – oh, any name you like. Some sort of papers. And then you must come back as soon as you can. Why not go down to Madrague now and see whether the barge isn't already there? If she is, then by starting at once you may get back here some time about midnight."
He got up impetuously and the lieutenant stood up too. Hesitation was imprinted on his whole attitude. Peyrol's aspect was not animated, but his Roman face with its severe aspect gave him a great air of authority.