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"And a damned good speech too--bagosh!" cried the mealman, his fingers
hungering for the gold pieces. "We're to be captains pretty soon--eh?"
asked Muroc.
"As quick as I've taught you to handle a company," answered Lagroin, with
importance.
"I was a patriot in '37," said Muroc. "I went against the English; I
held abridge for two hours. I have my musket yet."
"I am a patriot now," urged Duclosse. "Why the devil not the English
first, then go to France, and lick the Orleans!"
"They're a skittish lot, the Orleans; they might take it in their heads
to fight," suggested Muroc, with a little grin.
"What the devil do you expect?" roared the blacksmith, blowing the
bellows hard in his excitement, one arm still round his daughter's
shoulder. "D'you think we're going to play leap-frog into the Tuileries?
There's blood to let, and we're to let it!"
"Good, my leeches!" said Parpon; "you shall have blood to suck. But
we'll leave the English be. France first, then our dogs will take a snap
at the flag on the citadel yonder." He nodded in the direction of
Quebec.
Lagroin then put five gold pieces each into the hands of Muroc and
Duclosse, and said:
"I take you into the service of Prince Valmond Napoleon, and you do
hereby swear to serve him loyally, even to the shedding of your blood,
for his honour and the honour of France; and you do also vow to require a
like loyalty and obedience of all men under your command.
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