Oh! I shall know him again; he's a little thin, palish fellow, quite young." Thereupon Pierre bethought himself of the blood he had seen on Silvere's hand.

He stepped back a little, as though he was afraid that Rengade would fly at his throat, and cry: "It was your nephew who blinded me; and you will have to pay for it." And whilst he was mentally cursing his disreputable family, he solemnly declared that if the guilty person were found he should be punished with all the rigour of the law.
"No, no, it isn't worth all that trouble," the one-eyed man replied; "I'll just wring his neck for him when I catch him." Rougon hastened back to the town-hall.

The afternoon was employed in taking various measures.

The proclamation posted up about one o'clock produced an excellent impression.

It ended by an appeal to the good sense of the citizens, and gave a firm assurance that order would not again be disturbed.