"Good Lord! Good Lord!" repeated Maheu, raising his head. "We should be bloody fools if we took that."
But the wicket being free he went up to be paid. The heads only of the workings presented themselves at the desk and then divided the money between their men to save time.
"Maheu and associates," said the clerk, "Filonniére seam, cutting No. 7."
He searched through the lists which were prepared from the inspection of the tickets on which the captains stated every day for each stall the number of trams extracted. Then he repeated:
"Maheu and associates, Filonniére seam, cutting No. 7. One hundred and thirty-five francs."
The cashier paid.
"Beg pardon, sir," stammered the pikeman in surprise. "Are you sure you have not made a mistake?"
He looked at this small sum of money without picking it up, frozen by a shudder which went to his heart. It was true he was expecting bad payment, but it could not come to so little or he must have calculated wrong. When he had given their shares to Zacharie, Étienne, and the other mate who replaced Chaval, there would remain at most fifty francs for himself, his father, Catherine, and Jeanlin.
"No, no, I've made no mistake," replied the clerk. "There are two Sundays and four rest days to be taken off; that makes nine days of work." Maheu followed this calculation in a low voice: nine days gave him about thirty francs, eighteen to Catherine, nine to Jeanlin. As to Father Bonnemort, he only had three days. No matter, by adding the ninety francs of Zacharie and the two mates, that would surely make more.
"And don't forget the fines," added the clerk. "Twenty francs for fines for defective timbering."