He has quitted his close arrest to come and abuse him—and I, whose watch it is and who am making a round, enter from behind and find him there—the old rogue is very neatly caught! The sailors who saw me enter, chuckle quietly in their sleeves, in anticipation of what is about to happen. Yves makes no reply, contenting himself with turning over and presenting his back to his tormentor with supreme insolence. For he, too, had seen me enter.
"We have begun a game of écarté together," said Petty Officer Lagatut; "you, Kermadec, boatswain; I, Lagatut, chief gunner, decorated with the Legion of Honour. Thanks to certain officers who protect you, you have taken the first two tricks: it remains to see who is going to take the three others."
"Petty Officer Lagatut," said I from behind, "we will play a three-handed game, if you are agreeable: a game of rams, that will be more amusing. And you, my good Yves, take another trick."
A chicken finding a knife, a thief who stumbles against a policeman, a mouse, which, by inadvertence, puts its paw on a cat, have not a longer face than Petty Officer Lagatut at that moment.
This little pleasantry of mine was not perhaps in the best of form. But the gallery, which was very friendly to us, greatly enjoyed this triumph of Yves.
[CHAPTER XXXV]
Eight days afterwards our frigate was completely disarmed and laid up in a remote part of the dockyard, the crew was paid off and the Médée might be described as a dead ship.
I was going away, and Yves accompanied me to the railway. The station was crowded with sailors; all those of the Médée who also were leaving; and others again who, taking French leave, had come to see them off.
Amongst them were many old acquaintances of ours, protégés and friends of Yves. And all these good fellows, rather tight, doffed their caps and bade us good-bye with effusion. It was a scene such as is usual when a ship is paid off; for a ship which finishes in this way is something apart; it marks the end of so many acquaintances, so many rancours, so many hates, so many sympathies.
At the entrance to the waiting-room, as I gripped Yves' hand, I said to him: