"That is true, brother. You are right, I was mistaken," Morgan replied, with a smile.
"The society will be called that of The Twelve; only the death of a member will allow another to be admitted, and he must be chosen unanimously," Michael continued.
"We swear it!" the filibusters exclaimed once more.
"Now, brothers," said Bartholomew, "let us proceed to the election, by ballot, in order to protect the liberty of the vote."
"There are pens, ink, and paper on that table, brothers," Montbarts remarked.
"And here is my cap," Red Stocking said, with a laugh; "throw your votes into it."
And, removing his beaver skin cap, the filibuster laid it on the ground in the middle of the room.
Then the adventurers, with perfect order, rose one after the other, and in turn went to write their vote, which they deposited, after rolling up the paper, in Red Stocking's cap.
Then all the adventurers returned to their seats:
"Have we all voted?" David asked.