Gavroche shrugged his shoulders, and replied,—
"A child like me is a man, and men like you are children."
"What a well-hung tongue the brat has!" Babet exclaimed.
"The boy of Paris is not made of wet paste," Brujon added.
"What do you want of me?" said Gavroche.
Montparnasse answered,—
"Climb up that pipe."
"With this rope," Babet remarked.
"And fasten it," Brujon continued.
"At the top of the wall," Babet added.