Oncle Jazon constituted himself an executive committee of one to stir up a noise for the occasion.
It was a great day for Vincennes.

The volatile temperament of the French frontiersmen bubbled over with enthusiasm at the first hint of something new, and revolutionary in which they might be expected to take part.

Without knowing in the least what it was that Father Gibault and Oncle Jazon wanted of them, they were all in favor of it at a venture.
Rene de Ronville, being an active and intelligent young man, was sent about through the town to let everybody know of the meeting.

In passing he stepped into the cabin of Father Beret, who was sitting on the loose puncheon floor, with his back turned toward the entrance and so absorbed in trying to put together a great number of small paper fragments that he did not hear or look up.
"Are you not going to the meeting, Father ?" Rene bluntly demanded.

In the hurry that was on him he did not remember to be formally polite, as was his habit.
The old priest looked up with a startled face.