"Is the Gover'ment to be fighting us?
Why should it?
We're only for licking the Orleans, and who cares a sou for them, hein ?" "Not a go-dam," said Duclosse, airing his one English oath.

"The English hate the Orleans too." Lajeunesse looked from one to the other, then burst into a laugh.

"There's two gills of rum for every man at twelve o'clock to-day, so says His Excellency; and two yellow buttons for the coat of every sergeant, and five for every captain.

The English up there in Quebec can't do better than that, can they?
And will they?
No.

Does a man spend money on a hell's foe, unless he means to give it work to do?
Pish! Is His Excellency like to hang back because Monsieur De la Riviere says he'll fetch the Government?
Bah! The bully soldiers would come with us as they went with the Great Napoleon at Grenoble.