“What for? Where do you mean to go?”
“No matter where, so long as it is some place where there is something to eat.”
“Ah! you’re hungry, are you?”
“Yes, ten thousand cartridges! And terribly hungry too! My stomach doesn’t thrive on adventures. Still, yours have amused me very much; but since you stopped talking, I feel that I need something solid.”
“Do you want me to begin again?”
“No, no! I want you to come with me.”
“But where shall we go?”
“Come on; forward!”
Jacques and his comrade started across the fields. They could not see very clearly and they did not know which direction to take. Jacques did not say a word, Sans-Souci sang and swore alternately, frequently cursing the hedges and bushes which barred their path. At last, after walking for an hour, they spied a light.
“Forward toward the light!” said Sans-Souci, doubling his pace; “they must give us some supper.”