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  CHAPTER IX.

  PITOU BECOMES A TACTICIAN.

  Our hero's fall was deep. How could he go back to his friends withoutthe arms? How, after having had so much confidence shown in him, tellthem that their leader was a braggart who, in spite of his sword andhelmet, had let a priest whack him in the rear?

  To vaunt of carrying all before him with Father Fortier and fail soshamefully--what a fault!

  To obtain the muskets, force or cunning was the means. He might stealinto the school and steal out the arms. But the word "steal," soundedbadly in the rustic's ears. There were still left some people in Francewho would call this the high-handed outrage of brigands.

  So he recoiled before force and treachery.

  His vanity was committed to the task, and prompted a fresh direction forhis searches.

  General Lafayette was Commander-in-chief of the National Guards ofFrance; Haramont was in France and had a National Guards company.Consequently, General Lafayette commanded the latter force. He could nottolerate that his soldiers at Haramont should go unarmed when all hisothers were armed. To appeal to Lafayette, he could apply to Billet whowould address Gilbert, and he the general.

  Pitou wrote to Billet but as he could not read, it must be Gilbert whowould have the letter placed before him.

  This settled, he waited for nightfall, returned to his lodgingsmysteriously and let his friends there see that he was writing at night.This was the large square note which they also saw him post next day:

  "DEAR AND HONORED FRIEND BILLET:

  "The Revolutionary cause gains daily hereabouts and while the aristocrats lose, the patriots advance. The Village of Haramont enrolls itself in the active service of the National Guard; but it has no arms. The means to procure them lies in those who harbor arms in quantity should be made to surrender the overplus, so that the country would be saved expense. If it pleases General Lafayette to authorize that such illegal magazines of arms should be placed at the call of the townships, proportionately to the number of men to be armed, I undertake for my part to supply the Haramont Arsenal with at least thirty guns. This is the only means to oppose a dam to the contra-Revolutionary movements of the aristocrats and enemies of the Nation.

  "Your fellow-Citizen and most humble Servant,

  "ANGE PITOU."

  When this was written the author perceived that he had omitted to speakto his correspondent of his wife and daughter. He treated him too muchin the Brutus style; on the other hand, to give Billet particularsabout Catherine's love affair was to rend the father's heart; it wasalso to re-open Pitou's bleeding wounds. He stifled a sigh and appendedthis P. S.

  "Mistress Billet and Miss Catherine and all the household are well, andbeg to be remembered to Master Billet."

  Thus he entangled neither himself nor others.

  The reply to this was not slow in coming. Two days subsequently, amounted express messenger dashed into Haramont and asked for CaptainAnge Pitou. His horse was white with foam. He wore the uniform of astaff-officer of the Parisian National Guards.

  Judge of the effect he produced and the trouble and throbs of Pitou! Hewent up to the officer who smiled, and pale and trembling he took thepaper he bore for him. It was a response from Billet, by the hand ofGilbert.

  Billet advised Pitou to move moderately in his patriotism.

  He enclosed General Lafayette's order, countersigned by the WarMinister, to arm the Haramont National Guards.

  The bearer was an officer charged to see to the arming of cities on theroad.

  Thus ran the Order:

  "All who possess more than one gun or sword are hereby bound to placethe excess at the disposal of the chief officials in their cantons. ThePresent Measure is to be executed throughout the entire country."

  Red with joy, Pitou thanked the officer, who smiled again, and startedoff for the next post for changing horses.

  Thus was our friend at the high tide of honor: he had received acommunication from General Lafayette, and the War Minister.

  This message served his schemes and plans most timely.

  To see the animated faces of his fellows, their brightened eyes andeager manner; the profound respect all at once entertained for AngePitou, the most credulous observer must have owned that he had become animportant character.

  One after another the electors begged to touch the seal of the WarDepartment.

  When the crowd had tapered down to the chosen friends, Pitou said:

  "Citizens, my plans have succeeded as I anticipated. I wrote to theCommander-in-chief your desire to be constituted National Guards, andyour choice of me as leader. Read the address on the order brought me."

  The envelope was superscribed: "CAPTAIN ANGE PITOU, Commander of theNational Guards. Haramont."

  "Therefore," continued the martial peasant, "I am known and accepted ascommander by the Chief of the Army. You are recognized and approved asSoldiers of the Nation by General Lafayette and the Minister of War."

  A long cheer shook the walls of the little house which sheltered Pitou.

  "I know where to get the arms," he went on. "Select two of your numberto accompany me. Let them be lusty lads, for we may have a difficulty."

  The embryo regiment chose one Claude Tellier sergeant and one DesireManiquet lieutenant. Pitou approved.

  Accompanied by the two, Captain Pitou proceeded once more to VillersCotterets where he went straight to the mayor to be still farthersupported in his demand.

  On the way he was puzzled why the letter from Billet, written byGilbert, asked no news of Sebastian.

  On the way he fretted over a paragraph in the letter from Billet,written as it was by Dr. Gilbert, which read:

  "Why has Pitou forgot to send news about Sebastian and why does not theboy himself write news?"

  Meanwhile, Father Fortier was little aware of the storm he had aroused;and nobody was more astounded when a thunderclap came to his door. Whenit was opened he saw on the sill the mayor, his vice, and his secretary.Behind them appeared the cocked hats of two gendarmes, and half-a-dozencurious people behind them.

  "Father Fortier," said the mayor, "are you aware of the new decree ofthe Minister of War?"

  "No, mayor," said he.

  "Read it, then."

  The secretary read the warrant to take extra arms from the domiciles.The schoolmaster turned pale.

  "The Haramont National Guard have come for the guns."

  Fortier jumped as if he meant to fly at the guardsmen.

  Judging that this was the nick for his appearance, Pitou approached,backed by his lieutenant and sergeant.

  "These rogues," cried the abbe, passing from white to red, "thesescums!"

  The mayor was a neutral who wanted things to go on quietly; he had nowish to quarrel with the altar or the guard-house; the invectives onlycalled forth his hearty laugh.

  "You hear how the reverend gentleman treats the Haramont NationalGuards," he said to Pitou and his officers.

  "Because he knew us when boys and does not think we have grown up," saidAnge, with melancholy mildness.

  "But we have become men," roughly said Maniquet, holding out towards thepriest his hand, maimed by a gun going off prematurely while he waspoaching on a nobleman's warren. Needless to say he was determined thenobility should pay for this accident.

  "Serpents," said the schoolmaster in irritation.

  "Who will sting if trodden on," retorted Sergeant Claude, joining in.

  In these threats the mayor saw the extent of the Revolution and thepriest martyrdom.

  "We want some of the arms here," said the former, to conciliateeverybody.

  "They are not mine but belong to the Duke of Orleans," was the reply.

  "Granted," said Pitou, "but that does not prevent us asking for them allthe same."

  "I will write to the prince," said the pedagogue loftily.

  "You forget that the delay will avail nothing," interposed the mayor;"the duke is for the people and
would reply that they ought to be givennot only the muskets but the old cannon."

  This probability painfully struck the priest who groaned in Latin: "I amsurrounded by foes."

  "Quite true, but these are merely political enemies," observed Pitou;"we hate in you only the bad patriot."

  "Absurd and dangerous fool," returned the priest, in excitement whichgave him eloquence of a kind, "which is of us the better lover of hiscountry, I who wish to keep cruel weapons in the shade, or you demandingthem for civil strife and discord? which is the true son, I who seekpalms to decorate our common mother, or you who hunt for the steel torend her bosom?"

  The mayor turned aside his head to hide his emotion, making a slight nodas much as to say: "That is very neatly put." The deputy mayor, likeanother Tarquin, was cropping the flowers with his cane. Ange was setback, which caused his two companions to frown.

  Sebastian, a Spartan child, was impassible. Going up to Pitou he askedhim what was the to-do.

  "An order signed by General Lafayette, and written by my father?" herepeated when briefly informed. "Why is there any hesitation in obeyingit?"

  He revealed the indomitable spirit of the two races creating him in hisdilated pupils, and the rigidity of his brow.

  The priest shuddered to hear the words and lowered his crest.

  "This is rebellion," continued Sebastian; "beware, sir!"

  "Thou, also?" cried the schoolmaster, draping himself in his gown afterthe manner of Caesar.

  "And I," said Pitou, comprehending that his post was at stake. "Do youstyle me a traitor, because I came to you with the olive branch in myhand to ask the arms, and am forced this day to wrench them from youunder support of the authorities? Well, I would rather appear as atraitor to my duties than give a favoring hand to the Anti-Revolution.The Country forever and above all! hand over the arms, or we will useours!"

  The mayor nodded on the sly to Pitou as he had to the priest to signify:"You have said that finely."

  The speech had thunderstricken the priest and electrified the hearers.The mayor slipped away, and the deputy would have liked to follow hisexample, but the absence of the two principal functionaries would lookbad. He therefore followed the secretary, who led the gendarmes along tothe museum, guided by Pitou who, instructed in the place was alsoinstructed on the place of deposit.

  Like a lion cub, Sebastian bounded with the patriots. The schoolmasterfell half dead on a chair.

  The invaders wanted to pillage everything, but Pitou only selectedthirty-three muskets, with an extra one, a rifle, for himself, togetherwith a straight sword, which he girded on.

  The others, made up into two bundles, were carried by the joyous pair ofofficers in spite of the weight, past the disconsolate priest.

  They were distributed to the Haramontese that evening, and in presentinga gun to each, Pitou said, like the Spartan mother giving out thebuckler: "Come home with it, or go to sleep on it!"

  Thus was the little place set in a ferment by Pitou's act. The delightwas great to own a gun where firearms had been forbidden lest the lords'game should be injured and where the long oppression of the gamekeepershad infused a mania for hunting.

  But Pitou did not participate in the glee. The soldiers had weapons butnot only was their captain ignorant how to drill them but to handle themin file or squad.

  During the night his taxed brain suggested the remedy.

  He remembered an old friend, also an old soldier, who had lost a leg atthe Battle of Fontenoy; the Duke of Orleans gave him the privilege tolive in the woods, and kill either a hare or a rabbit a-day. He was adead shot and on the proceeds of his shooting under this license hefared very well.

  His manual of arms might be musty but then Pitou could procure fromParis the new Drill-book of the National Guards, and correct what wasobsolete by the newest tactics.

  He called on old Clovis at a lucky moment as the old hunter was saddenedby his gun having burst. He welcomed the present of the rifle which Angebrought him and eagerly embraced the opportunity of paying him inkindness by teaching him the drill.

  Each day Pitou repeated to his soldiery what he had learnt overnightfrom the hunter, and he became more popular, the admired of men,children and the aged. Even women were quieted when his lusty voicethundered: "Heads up--eyes right! bear yourselves nobly! look at me!"for Pitou looked noble.

  As soon as the manoeuvres became complicated, Pitou went over to a largetown where he studied the troops on the parade grounds, and picked upmore in a day from practice than from the books in three months.

  Thus two months passed by, in fatigue, toil and feverish excitement.

  Pitou was still unhappy in love, but he was satiated with glory. He hadrun about so much, so moved his limbs, and whetted his mind, that youmay be astonished that he should long to appease or comfort his heart.But he was thinking of that.