"—Belle-Vigne, brigand; La Musette, brigand; Sabre-tout, brigand; Brin-d'Amour, brigand;—"
Here a lad jogged the elbow of a young girl; she smiled.
The crier continued,—
"—Chante-en-hiver, brigand; Le Chat, brigand—"
"That's Moulard," said a peasant.
"—Tabouze, brigand.—"
"That's Gauffre," said another.
"There are two of the Gauffres," added some woman.
"Good fellows, both of them," muttered a lad.
The crier waved the placard, the drum beat to command silence, and then he resumed the reading: