“But, but, but—ever with your buts! You lack confidence, courage, heart, Fourneaux—you despair too easily! I wonder how you ever became a conspirator!”
“I sometimes wonder myself. Ask La Roquette, there. He can tell you. I owe it all to his magic.”
“What says your magic now, Roquette—have you any signs for us?”
“Aye, good ones! We shall have what we desire. I have seen—I have said! Be satisfied.” This was spoken with due solemnity by the person in whom the credulity of his companions had found sources of power unknown to their experience.
“But why not show us what you have seen? Speak plainly, man. Out with it, and leave that mysterious shaking of the head, which has really nothing in it.”
Such was the language of the more manly and impetuous Le Genevois. It provoked only a fierce glance from the magician.
“All in good time,” said the latter. “Be patient. We shall soon hear from Oolenoe.”
“Good! and you have seen that we shall be successful?” demanded Fourneaux.
“We shall be successful.”