"Yes! yes! Hullin!" exclaimed Labarbe, Divès, Jerôme, and several others.
"Come, let us collect the votes for or against."
Then Marc Divès, climbing on to the trunks of timber, exclaimed, in a voice of thunder, "Let those who do not desire to have Jean-Claude Hullin for a leader hold up their hand."
Not a hand appeared.
"Let those who desire to have Jean-Claude Hullin for a leader hold up their hand."
Every hand was in the air.
"Jean-Claude," said the smuggler, "come up here, and look around. It is you whom they demand for a leader."
Master Jean-Claude, having done as desired, saw that he was appointed, and at once spoke in a firm tone, and said:—"Good. You appoint me your leader. I accept the post. Let the elder Materne, Labarbe of Dagsburg, Jerôme of Saint-Quirin, Marc Divès, Piorette the sawyer, and Catherine Lefévre, go into the sawpit. We will hold a council. In a quarter of an hour or twenty minutes I will issue orders. Meanwhile, let each village supply two men to Marc Divès for the transport of powder and ball to Falkenstein."