Rosalie, on her part, kept wondering what old Louis' violence meant.
Presently she saw a half-dozen men come quickly down the street, and, before they reached the tailorshop, stand in a group talking excitedly.
Afterwards one came forward from the others quickly--Filion Lacasse the saddler.

He stopped short at the tailor's door.

Looking at Charley, he exclaimed roughly: "If you don't hand out the cross you stole from the church door, we'll tar and feather you, M'sieu'." Charley looked up, surprised.

It had never occurred to him that they could associate him with the theft.

"I know nothing of the cross," he said quietly.