"Master Jean-Claude, there is something moving to be seen in the direction of Grandfontaine; there is a sound like the trampling of horses."
"Master Jean-Claude, the brandy is frozen."
"Master Jean-Claude, there are numbers asking for powder."
"We want this—and that."
"Let them keep a good look out upon Grandfontaine, and change the sentinels on that side every half-hour. Bring the brandy to the fire. Wait till Divès comes; he will bring a fresh supply of ammunition. Distribute the rest of the cartridges, and let those who have more than twenty give some to their comrades."
And this was how it went on all night long.
About five in the morning, Kasper, Materne's son, came to tell Hullin that Marc Divès, with a cartload of cartridges, Catherine Lefévre in another vehicle, and a detachment from Labarbe, had just arrived together, and that they were there awaiting him.
This news pleased him greatly, especially on account of the cartridges, for he had feared the want of them might cause delay.
He rose immediately and went out with Kasper. It was a strange and singular spectacle that met his eye.