"'These are bagatelles,' said His Excellency to me; 'but tell my friends, Monsieur Muroc and Monsieur Duclosse and Monsieur Garotte, that they are buttons for the coats of my sergeants, and that my captains' coats have ten times as many buttons.
Tell them,' said he, 'that my friends shall share my fortunes; that France needs us; that Pontiac shall be called the nest of heroes.

Tell them that I will come to them at nine o'clock tonight, and we will swear fidelity.'" "And a damned good speech too--bagosh!" cried the mealman, his fingers hungering for the gold pieces.

"We're to be captains pretty soon--eh ?" asked Muroc.
"As quick as I've taught you to handle a company," answered Lagroin, with importance.
"I was a patriot in '37," said Muroc.

"I went against the English; I held abridge for two hours.

I have my musket yet." "I am a patriot now," urged Duclosse.