"Yes, let him explain; we mustn"t kill a man without a hearing!"
"And without means of defence, too! Must we be Cut-in-Halfs?"
"So much the better!" replied the Skeleton"s partisans.
"Nothing"s too bad for a spy!"
"Let"s fall on him! Let us support the Skeleton!"
"Yes, let"s at the Blue Cap!"
"No, let"s support the Blue Cap, and let"s at the Skeleton!" retorted the Chourineur"s party.
"No, down with the Blue Cap!"
"Down with the Skeleton!"
"Well done, my boys!" cried the Chourineur, addressing the prisoners who sided with him. "You"re good fellows, and would not ma.s.sacre a half dead man; none but cowards would do that. The Skeleton does not care what evil he does; he is sentenced beforehand, and that is why he urges you on; but if you help to kill Germain, you will be severely punished for it. Besides, I have something to propose. The Skeleton is desirous of doing for this young man; well, let him come and take him if he thinks he has the pluck to do it; let us two settle it; leave us to ourselves, and see what turns up. But he"s afraid; he"s like Cut-in-Half, only strong with the weak."
The vigour, energy, and rough manner of the Chourineur had powerful effect on the prisoners, and a considerable number of them had ranged themselves on his side, and surrounded Germain, whilst the Skeleton"s party drew around that ruffian. A b.l.o.o.d.y fray would have ensued, when there was heard in the yard the sonorous and measured tread of a piquet of infantry, always on guard in the prison. Pique-Vinaigre, profiting by the general stir and noise, had gained the yard, and, having knocked at the wicket of the entrance, had told the turnkeys what was pa.s.sing in the day-room. The arrival of the soldiers put an end to this scene.
Germain, the Skeleton, and the Chourineur were taken before the governor of La Force; the first to make his complaint, the two others to answer for creating a disturbance inside the gaol.
The fright and suffering of Germain had been so great, his weakness so extreme, that he was obliged to lean on two of the turnkeys, in order to reach a chamber next to the governor"s room. There he was very ill. His neck, excoriated as it was, bore the livid and bleeding imprint of the Skeleton"s iron grasp; a few minutes more, and Rigolette"s betrothed would have been strangled. The turnkey, who had taken an interest in Germain, gave him first a.s.sistance. When he had recovered, his first thought was of his deliverer.
"Thanks for your kind cares, sir," he said to the turnkey. "But for that brave man, I must have been killed. Where is he?"
"In the governor"s room, telling him how the disturbance arose. It appears that but for him--"
"I must have been killed. Oh, tell me his name! Who is he?"
"His name I do not know, but they call him the Chourineur; he is an old offender."
"And is his crime now very serious?"
"Very; burglary in the night in an inhabited house," replied the turnkey. "He will probably have a similar dose to Pique-Vinaigre, fifteen or twenty years of hard labour."
Germain shuddered; he would have preferred being bound by grat.i.tude to a man less criminal.
"How dreadful!" he said. "And yet this man without knowing me defended me; such courage, such generosity!"
"Ah, these men have sometimes a touch of good! The main point is that you are saved. To-morrow you will have your private cell, and to-night you will sleep in the infirmary. So, courage, sir. The bad time is over; and when your pretty little visitor comes to see you, you can comfort her, for once in a cell you have nothing to fear; only you will do wisely, I think, not to tell her of this affair."
"Certainly not; but I should like to thank my defender."
"I have just been leaving the governor, who will now interrogate the Skeleton, and I shall take them both, the Skeleton to his dungeon directly, and the Chourineur to the Fosse aux Lions; he will be, besides, somewhat rewarded for what he has done for you; as he is a determined and stout fellow, he will probably replace the Skeleton as captain of the ward."
The Chourineur, having crossed a small pa.s.sage from the governor"s apartment, entered the room in which Germain was.
"Wait for me here," said the turnkey to the Chourineur. "I will go and ask the governor what he decides upon as to the Skeleton, and I will return and let you know. Our young man has quite recovered, and wishes to thank you, and so he should, for otherwise it would have been all over with him." And the turnkey went out.
The Chourineur"s countenance was very joyous, and he advanced towards Germain, saying, with a cheerful air:
"Thunder! How glad I am! How glad I saved you!" and he extended his hand to Germain, who, by a feeling of involuntary repulsion, withdrew somewhat, instead of taking the hand which the Chourineur offered to him; then, remembering that he owed his life to this man, he was desirous of repairing this display of repugnance. But the Chourineur perceived it; his features became overcast, and, retreating in his turn, he said, with bitter sorrow, "Oh, it is right; your pardon, sir!"
"No, it is I who ought to ask your pardon; am I not a prisoner like yourself? Ought I not to think of the service you have rendered me? You have saved my life. Your hand, sir, I beg--I entreat--your hand!"
"Thanks; but it is useless now. The first feeling is everything. If you had directly given me a grasp of the hand, it would have afforded me pleasure, but, when I reflect, I would not desire it. Not because I am a prisoner like you," he added, with a sombre and hesitating air, "because, before I came here, I have been--"
"The turnkey told me all," said Germain, interrupting him; "but yet you saved my life."
"I have done no more than my duty and pleasure, for I know who you are--Monsieur Germain."
"You know me!"
"A little, my lad," said the Chourineur, resuming his usual tone of habitual carelessness; "and, _pardieu!_ you would have been very wrong to have attributed my arrival at La Force to chance. If I had not known you, I should not have been in prison."
Germain looked at the Chourineur with amazement.
"What! It was because you knew me?"
"That I am here a prisoner in La Force."
"I, who owe you--"
"A candle to the Virgin, for having procured me the advantage of being in La Force."
"Really," said Germain, pa.s.sing his hand over his brow. "I do not know whether the terrible shock I have just undergone has weakened my senses, but it is impossible for me to understand you. The turnkey told me you were here under a charge of--of--" said Germain, with hesitation.
"Robbery, _pardieu_! And robbery with forcible entry, and moreover at night; nothing could be more complete!" cried the Chourineur, with a hearty laugh.
Germain, painfully excited at the bold hardihood of the Chourineur, could not forbear saying to him:
"What, you, so brave, so generous, and speak in this way! Are you not aware of the terrible punishment to which you are exposed?"
"Twenty years at the galleys; I know that. I am an out-and-out scoundrel, I know that, for taking it so easy. But what"s the use when one has been and done it? And then, for me to say that it was you, M.
Germain," added the Chourineur, heaving a tremendous sigh, and with an air of a.s.sumed contrition, "who are the cause of my misfortune."
"When you explain yourself more clearly, I shall understand you. Just as much as you please, but my grat.i.tude for the service you have rendered me will never cease or diminish," added Germain, sorrowfully.
"Oh, pardon me, M. Germain!" replied the Chourineur, becoming serious.
"You do not like to see me laugh at this; do not let us add another word. I must let all out with you, and so, perhaps, force you to shake my hand."
"I have no doubt of that; for, in spite of the crime of which you are accused, and of which you accuse yourself, all in you bespeaks so much courage and frankness that I am convinced you are charged unjustly; strong suspicions may exist, but I am sure that is all."
"Oh, as to that you are mistaken, M. Germain!" said the Chourineur, hastily; "on my word as a man, and as true as I have a protector,"--the Chourineur took off his cap,--"who is more than all the world to me, I robbed at night by forcing the shutter, and was caught in the fact and deprived of all I was endeavouring to carry off."
"But want--hunger--pushed you to such an extremity?"
"Hunger! I had one hundred and twenty francs when they apprehended me, the remains of a note of one thousand francs, without including the protector I have mentioned to you, who, by the way, does not know that I am here, but will not let me want for anything. Since, however, I have mentioned him to you, you must suppose I am in earnest, for you must know that he is a man to go on your knees before. So I must tell you, too, that the shower of blows which I drummed on the Skeleton"s sconce was a sketch after his style, copied from nature. The idea of the robbery was on his account; and, in fact, if you were not strangled by the Skeleton, it is through him."