"Why not?"
"Because I shall not."
"Where are you going?"
"How does that concern you?"
"Shall I carry your chest for you?"
"I am going to the barricades."
"May I go with you?"
"If you like," Courfeyrac replied; "the street is free, and the pavement belongs to everybody."
And he ran off to join his friends again; when he had done so, he gave one of them the box to carry, and it was not till a quarter of an hour after that he noticed that the young man was really following them. A mob does not go exactly where it wishes, and we have explained that a puff of wind directs it. They passed St. Merry, and found themselves, without knowing exactly why, in the Rue St. Denis.