ellency, Monsieur De la Riviere. My information is
greater than yours, both by accident and through knowledge. I accept him
as a Napoleon, and as a Frenchman I have no cause to blush for my homage
or my faith, or for His Excellency. He is a man of loving disposition,
of great knowledge, of power to win men, of deep ideas, of large
courage. Monsieur, I cannot forget the tragedy he stayed at the smithy,
with risk of his own life. I cannot forget--"

The Cure, anticipating, nodded at him encouragingly. Probably the avocat
intended to say something quite different, but the look in the Cure's
eyes prompted him, and he continued:

"I cannot forget that he has given to the poor, and liberally to the
Church, and has promised benefits to the deserving--ah, no, no, my dear
Seigneur!"

He had delivered his speech in a quaint, quick way, as though addressing
a jury, and when he had finished, he sat down again, and nodded his
head, and tapped a foot on the floor; and the Cure did the same, looking
inquiringly at De la Riviere.

This was the first time there had been trouble in the little coterie.
They had never differed painfully before. Tall Medallion longed to say
something, but he waited for the Cure to speak.

"What is your mind, Monsieur le Cure?" asked De la Riviere testily.

"My dear friend, Monsieur Garon, has answered for us both," replied the
Cure quietly.

"Do you mean to say that you will not act with me to stop this thing,"
he urged--"not even for the safety of the people?"

The reply was calm and resolute:

"My people shall have my prayers and my life, when needed, but I do not
feel called upon to act for the State. I have the honour to be a friend
of His Excellency."

"By Heaven, the State shall act!" cried De la Riviere, fierce with
rancour. "I shall go to this Valmond to-night, with my friend the member
here. I shall warn him, and call upon the people to disperse. If he
doesn't listen, let him beware! I seem to stand alone in the care of
Pontiac!"

The avocat turned to his desk. "No, no; I will write you a legal
opinion," he said, with professional honesty. "You shall have my legal
help; but for the rest, I am at one with my dear Cure."

"Well, Medallion, you too?" asked De la Riviere. "I'll go with you
to the camp," answered the auctioneer. "Fair play is all I care for.
Pontiac will come out of this all right. Come along."

But the avocat kept them till he had written his legal opinion and had
hand