"I shall not be gone five minutes, and it will save time in the end." "Oh, very well," cried poor Garnache in his despair.

"Anything to save time; anything! In God's name fetch your friend, and I hope you and he and every man here will get his fill of fighting for once." Gaubert departed on his errand, and there were fresh murmurs in the mob until the reason of his going was understood.

Five minutes sped; ten minutes, and yet he returned not.

Grouped together were Sanguinetti and his two friends, in easy, whispered talk.

At a little distance from them, Garnache paced up and down to keep himself warm.