“A picturesque company on my life,” he mused aloud. Then beckoned the one in the crimson coat.
“Hola, Citizen,” he called to him.
The fellow hesitated a moment, then shuffled forward with a sullen air, and stood by Caron's stirrup.
“In God's name, what are you and who are you?” the Deputy demanded.
“We are invalided soldiers from the army of Dumouriez,” the man answered him.
“But what are you doing here, at Boisvert?”
“We are in hospital, Citizen.”
“Yonder?” asked La Boulaye derisively, pointing with his whip to the “Eagle Inn.”
The fellow nodded.
“Yes, Citizen, yonder,” he answered curtly.