"Hélas! M. le Soldat, yes; a fugitive," said he, bowing low.
"From old France?"
"No."
"Indeed!"
"I came last from Martinique."
"The deuce! from Martinique?" I exclaimed,
"Yes."
"Do you know, or have you seen the villain who commands in the town and citadel of St. Pierre?"
"The villain—St. Pierre!" he repeated, starting as he turned fully round towards me; "monsieur uses very strange language when speaking of a chef de bataillon in the service of the French republic."
"I mean a man named Thibaud de Rouvigny, formerly a sous lieutenant, who murdered his patron the Sieur de Mazancy, cruelly betrayed his daughter, and after placing himself at the head of the insurgents of the city and mutineers of the garrison, armed all the negro slaves and murdered the planters."