At a distance of three or four gunshots from the plateau, now abandoned, a little scene was taking place which was not uncommon in those days on the high-roads.After leaving the little village of La Pelerine, Pille-Miche and Marche-a-Terre again stopped the turgotine at a dip in the road.Coupiau got off his seat after making a faint resistance.The silent traveller, extracted from his hiding place by the two Chouans, found himself on his knees in a furze bush.
"Who are you?" asked Marche-a-Terre in a threatening voice.
The traveller kept silence until Pille-Miche put the question again and enforced it with the butt end of his gun.
"I am Jacques Pinaud," he replied, with a glance at Coupiau; "a poor linen-draper."Coupiau made a sign in the negative, not considering it an infraction of his promise to Saint Anne.The sign enlightened Pille-Miche, who took aim at the luckless traveller, while Marche-a-Terre laid before him categorically a terrible ultimatum.
"You are too fat to be poor.If you make me ask you your name again, here's my friend Pille-Miche, who will obtain the gratitude and good-will of your heirs in a second.Who are you?" he added, after a pause.
"I am d'Orgemont, of Fougeres."
"Ah! ah!" cried the two Chouans.
"I didn't tell your name, Monsieur d'Orgemont," said Coupiau."The Holy Virgin is my witness that I did my best to protect you.""Inasmuch as you are Monsieur d'Orgemont, of Fougeres," said Marche-a-Terre, with an air of ironical respect, "we shall let you go in peace.
Only, as you are neither a good Chouan nor a true Blue (thought it was you who bought the property of the Abbey de Juvigny), you will pay us three hundred crowns of six francs each for your ransom.Neutrality is worth that, at least.""Three hundred crowns of six francs each!" chorussed the luckless banker, Pille-Miche, and Coupiau, in three different tones.
"Alas, my good friend," continued d'Orgemont, "I'm a ruined man.The last forced loan of that devilish Republic for a hundred millions sucked me dry, taxed as I was already.""How much did your Republic get out of you?""A thousand crowns, my dear man," replied the banker, with a piteous air, hoping for a reduction.
"If your Republic gets forced loans out of you for such big sums as that you must see that you would do better with us; our government would cost you less.Three hundred crowns, do you call that dear for your skin?""Where am I to get them?"
"Out of your strong-box," said Pille-Miche; "and mind that the money is forthcoming, or we'll singe you still.""How am I to pay it to you?" asked d'Orgemont.
"Your country-house at Fougeres is not far from Gibarry's farm where my cousin Galope-Chopine, otherwise called Cibot, lives.You can pay the money to him," said Pille-Miche.
"That's not business-like," said d'Orgemont.
"What do we care for that?" said Marche-a-Terre."But mind you remember that if that money is not paid to Galope-Chopine within two weeks we shall pay you a little visit which will cure your gout.As for you, Coupiau," added Marche-a-Terre, "your name in future is to be Mene-a-Bien."So saying, the two Chouans departed.The traveller returned to the vehicle, which, thanks to Coupiau's whip, now made rapid progress to Fougeres.
"If you'd only been armed," said Coupiau, "we might have made some defence.""Idiot!" cried d'Orgemont, pointing to his heavy shoes."I have ten thousand francs in those soles; do you think I would be such a fool as to fight with that sum about me?"Mene-a-Bien scratched his ear and looked behind him, but his new comrades were out of sight.
Hulot and his command stopped at Ernee long enough to place the wounded in the hospital of the little town, and then, without further hindrance, they reached Mayenne.There the commandant cleared up his doubts as to the action of the Chouans, for on the following day the news of the pillage of the turgotine was received.
A few days later the government despatched to Mayenne so strong a force of "patriotic conscripts," that Hulot was able to fill the ranks of his brigade.Disquieting rumors began to circulate about the insurrection.A rising had taken place at all the points where, during the late war, the Chouans and Bretons had made their chief centres of insurrection.The little town of Saint-James, between Pontorson and Fougeres was occupied by them, apparently for the purpose of making it for the time being a headquarters of operations and supplies.From there they were able to communicate with Normandy and the Morbihan without risk.Their subaltern leaders roamed the three provinces, roused all the partisans of monarchy, and gave consistence and unity to their plans.These proceedings coincided with what was going on in La Vendee, where the same intrigues, under the influence of four famous leaders (the Abbe Vernal, the Comte de Fontaine, De Chatillon, and Suzannet), were agitating the country.The Chevalier de Valois, the Marquis d'Esgrignon, and the Troisvilles were, it was said, corresponding with these leaders in the department of the Orne.The chief of the great plan of operations which was thus developing slowly but in formidable proportions was really "the Gars,"--a name given by the Chouans to the Marquis de Montauran on his arrival from England.
The information sent to Hulot by the War department proved correct in all particulars.The marquis gained after a time sufficient ascendancy over the Chouans to make them understand the true object of the war, and to persuade them that the excesses of which they were guilty brought disgrace upon the cause they had adopted.The daring nature, the nerve, coolness, and capacity of this young nobleman awakened the hopes of all the enemies of the Republic, and suited so thoroughly the grave and even solemn enthusiasm of those regions that even the least zealous partisans of the king did their part in preparing a decisive blow in behalf of the defeated monarchy.
