"That"s so," muttered Laboussole, emptying all the bottles into his gla.s.s; "yes, we"re up to anything, we are! you"d better not defy us."
The carpenter, who was completely drunk, succeeded in getting on his feet, nevertheless; and trying hard to stand without staggering, raised an enormous gla.s.s and said:
"You see this gla.s.s, don"t you? holds a pint. Just fill it with brandy, and I"ll empty it at one draught; there ain"t one of you smart enough to do as much."
"Parbleu! that"s a wonderful thing," cried Sans-Cravate; "to drink that gla.s.sful of brandy; that ain"t very hard."
"Sans-Cravate is quite capable of trying it," said Jean Ficelle, who also had left his seat, to join the bystanders. "Yes, I know him; he"ll do it. If I hadn"t a pain in the stomach, I"d do it myself."
"I"ll bet six quarts for the company that I"ll drink that gla.s.sful of brandy at one draught, without stopping for breath; do you take me, old Cagnoux?"
"Done!" replied the carpenter; "shake."
Sans-Cravate stepped forward to take the hand that Cagnoux held out; but that worthy, being unable to keep his legs any longer, fell back on his chair, and the messenger"s hand struck him on top of the head and knocked his old cap over his nose. This episode was greeted with shouts of laughter. The carpenter laughed with the rest, and, having extricated himself from his cap, exclaimed:
"Bring the brandy, and, if he loses, I"ll make the same bet."
Thereupon Paul rose, and, paying no heed to Bastringuette, who asked him if he would not go away with her, ran to Sans-Cravate and grasped his hand.
"Sans-Cravate, surely you"re not going to take that bet. You are not going to be crazy enough to drink that enormous gla.s.sful of brandy!"
"Why not, I"d like to know?" rejoined the messenger, withdrawing his hand. "If I choose to do it, is it any of your business? Go and court Bastringuette, and leave us in peace!"
"You know very well that I am not in love with your mistress."
"Oh! she ain"t my mistress any more; it"s all one to me whether she"s yours or not."
The tone in which Sans-Cravate spoke indicated that he was not so indifferent as he claimed to be with respect to the flower girl"s becoming Paul"s mistress; but the younger man tried to take his comrade"s hand again, saying:
"Come, come, let"s not say anything more about Bastringuette! Your quarrel with her is none of my business; and, besides, you"ll make it up to-morrow. But I beg you not to drink that enormous quant.i.ty of brandy; it is very dangerous; it may kill you!"
"Bah! and if it does, I don"t care!"
"The bet is taken! it"s too late to back out," said Jean Ficelle, rubbing his hands.
"Yes, a bet"s a sacred thing," observed Monsieur Laboussole, who had at last decided to leave the table, on which there was nothing more to drink, and join the crowd around Sans-Cravate and Cagnoux. "I don"t know anything more sacred than a bet! Once I bet that I"d eat a tremendous great fried carp, with all its bones. When I"d put down about three-quarters of it, I found I was strangling; but I"d made the bet, so I kept on. I tore my throat with a bone, and it was sore for six months; but I won the bet, which was ten sous, and my honor was safe!"
The waiter appeared with a huge measure of brandy; while he was filling the mammoth gla.s.s, Paul went up to Sans-Cravate once more, and said to him:
"I am less excited than the others, and I am your friend; for heaven"s sake, listen to me!"
"You"re not my friend any more; besides, you broke your gla.s.s rather than drink with me--I haven"t forgotten that."
"It wasn"t you that I didn"t want to drink with; it was Laboussole, and you"ll see later whether I was right or not."
At that moment, there was a general cry of:
"The gla.s.s is full! Come, Sans-Cravate, now"s the time to show what you"re made of!"
"Here I am!" replied the messenger, roughly shaking himself clear of Paul"s grasp and approaching the table on which stood the subject of the wager.
But Paul was too quick for him; he ran to the table, reached it first, and with the back of his hand knocked the gla.s.s to the floor, where it broke in a thousand pieces, and the brandy ran in all directions.
The young messenger"s act was followed by a growl of dissatisfaction and menace. Some of the bystanders seemed to be dazed by the bare idea that a man could make up his mind to waste such an enormous quant.i.ty of the precious liquid; and Monsieur Laboussole, heedless of the danger of staining his trousers, instantly dropped on all fours, and, putting his tongue to the boards, tried to lap up a part of it.
But Sans-Cravate, beside himself with rage and crazy with drink, rushed at Paul and seized him around the waist, saying in a threatening tone:
"That"s an insult! You meant to keep me from winning my bet, but you"ve got to give me satisfaction! We are going to fight, do you hear? Look out for yourself, for I shall strike hard!"
"Yes, yes!" shouted Jean Ficelle; "he insulted Sans-Cravate, he insulted Cagnoux, he insulted all of us, by breaking that gla.s.s. He must have a licking! we must give him a lesson! that will teach him to behave better in a wine shop."
And Monsieur Laboussole, still lapping the brandy on the floor, added in a voice half stifled by his att.i.tude:
"We must beat him; or else make him pay for twice the quant.i.ty of brandy for the company."
Thereupon Bastringuette stepped into the midst of the men who surrounded the young messenger, and, planting herself in front of him, cried:
"Is the whole lot of you going to take sides against him? That"s brave of you--a dozen against one! I tell you not to lay a finger on him, or I"ll scratch all your eyes out!"
But Sans-Cravate pushed the girl aside with a turn of his wrist.
"He ain"t going to fight any twelve men, but just me alone," he said.--"Come on, are you ready?"
"No," replied Paul, who had remained perfectly calm amid all the uproar, "no, I won"t fight with you."
"Then you"re a coward!"
"I am not a coward. Let any other man come forward, and I"ll agree to fight with him; but not with you, Sans-Cravate, for you"re out of your head now, and to-morrow you"ll be sorry that you struck your friend."
"Ah! he"s crawling! he"s crawling!" cried Jean Ficelle. "He wants to make us think Sans-Cravate has drunk too much."
"I am the one you made a fool of by breaking that gla.s.s, and you"ve got to fight with me!" repeated Sans-Cravate. "_Credie!_ come on, and have done with it, or I"ll knock you down!"
The powerful messenger shook his fist at Paul, who remained unmoved and seemed to have determined not to avoid the blow; while all the men who stood about drew back to leave more room for the combatants, upon whom every eye was fixed.
But an unforeseen incident interrupted the scene. Heavy, measured steps were heard in the wine shop below, followed by the sound of muskets striking the floor; at the same instant, the waiter appeared at the top of the stairs, with a terror-stricken air, crying:
"The watch! here"s the watch! they"re coming up here!"
"The watch!" muttered several of the bystanders; "what are they doing here?"--"It isn"t twelve o"clock."--"We have a right to drink."--"I won"t go away, for one."
"They"ve come for something else," said the waiter; "there"s two detectives with the soldiers; they"ve come to arrest someone, I suppose."
The workmen and the drunkards seemed but little affected by the news.
But Monsieur Laboussole, who was still on all fours, crawled under a table, although there was no brandy there.
The soldiers and detectives came upstairs almost at the waiter"s heels.
They entered the room, leaving two soldiers to watch the stairway.