"So."
"I saw the boat. The horses? What do you know?"
"They will be at Point Assumption to-night."
"Then we go to-night. We shall have to run the chances of rifles along the shore at a range something short, but we have done that before, at the Barricades, eh, Carbourd?"
"At the Barricades. It is a pity that we cannot take Citizen Louise
Michel with us."
"Her time will come."
"She has no children crying and starving at home like—"
"Like yours, Carbourd, like yours. Well, I am starving here. Give me something to eat. . . . Ah, that is good—excellent! What more can we want but freedom! Till the darkness of tyranny be overpast—overpast, eh?"
This speech brought another weighty matter to Carbourd's mind. He said:
"I do not wish to distress you, but—"