"All that thou canst supply."
"I can supply as much as three thousand francs' worth to-day," said the smuggler.
"Then I'll take it."
"And as much more in a week," added Marc, with the same calm manner and eager look.
"I take that also."
"You will take it!" cried Hexe-Baizel. "You will take it! I should think so! But who is to pay?"
"Hold thy tongue!" said Marc, roughly, "Hullin takes it: and his word is enough for me." And holding out his large hand cordially: "Jean-Claude, here is my hand: the powder and lead are thine: but I must have my price, dost thou understand?"
"Yes, Marc: only I intend paying thee at once."
"He will pay, Hexe-Baizel, dost thou hear?"
"Eh, I am not deaf, Baizel. Go and find a bottle of 'brimbelle-wasse' for us, so that we may warm our hearts a little. What Hullin tells me rejoices me. These rascally 'kaiserlichs' will not have the easy game against us that I thought. It appears that we are going to defend ourselves, and right well."