him. âHow much have you got?â he asked in a low voice. Angelo gaped. âYes,â said the man, âwhat it takes. Everything has to be explained to you, I see; you really are from the mountain,â and he rubbed his thumb over his forefinger as if he were counting coins.
This naïveté saved Angelo from a much greater danger than that of missing his dinner. He was so glad, after days of heroism, to meet a man whose cunning spoke to him of the refreshing peace of self-interest, that he was literally fascinated. He was also extremely hungry, and in spite of his aloofness the cholera was beginning to weigh on his mind.
âOf course I have,â said Angelo stupidly.
âWould you have at least a hundred francs?â said the man.
âYes,â said Angelo.
âI shall need two hundred,â said the man, âbut get off the road and go round by the little stream down there. Watch out if you see the other guards through the trees; theyâve gone on patrol as far as the barricade on the Saint-Vincent road; then come up here from that side. Donât try to bolt, Iâve got you covered, and remember, my boy, Iâm not the least bit squeamish about shooting a man.â He pulled back his sackcloth sleeve and showed on his armâwhich was enormous and hairyâthe official tattoo-mark of the convict on heavy labor. He also tried to roll his little pigâs eyes in a frightening manner, but Angelo, on the contrary, couldnât help drawing great comfort from this performance, and even from his shaven face, which displayed the signs of many vices.
Nevertheless, as he crossed the stream, after making sure that the undergrowth was empty as far as he could see, he took advantage of the moment when he was passing close to a thick clump of alders, which hid him to the waist, to put his hand in his pocket and count out ten louis into his handkerchief.
âThe rest,â he said to himself, âyou can come and search for. Youâve been most obliging, but I need it. Iâll show you that we in the mountains can handle a pistol too.â It was pleasant, having to deal only with two-footed riffraff.
âYouâre taking a long time,â shouted the man. âThis is no time for counting daisies. I bet you stole that horse. Those who canât ride should walk, my boy. Iâm for sharing the wealth; youâll find that out. Get a move on. All right, letâs see the color of it,â he said when Angelo got near him.
âMoron,â thought Angelo, âcanât you see that if I tighten the reins and use my spurs youâll get both my horseâs front hoofs in your chest? And then, good-bye to your cash.â
âHereâs what I have,â he said, âif it means anything to you,â and he pulled six twenty-franc pieces out of his handkerchief.
âThatâs what you say,â said the man, âbut I prefer chimes. Fork out the rest. Whoâs to stop me giving you a barrelful and saying you tried to rush the sentry?â âThose men coming down the hill there would stop you for sure,â said Angelo coldly, and he took one of his feet out of the stirrup. The man turned his head to look toward the hill and instantly received a booted toe on the chin. He fell backward, dropping his gun. With a leap, Angelo was on him and pressing the pistol into the small of his back.
âHold on, citizen, stop this fooling,â said the man. âWhere did you learn to vault? Iâve been obliging, havenât I? Donât play with firearms. I could have made you cough up when you were the other side. I donât mind telling you, I thought of it, only you seemed so stupid. Youâre a good one at hiding your game, you know.â
âBetter than you think,â said Angelo, âand I havenât yet shown you all I know. But Iâm a decent fellow, and Iâll let you keep what I gave you if youâll