CHAPTER XXVI.
A RIDE AND A RESCUE "Douane or Bienville ?" Such was the choice presented by Honore Grandissime to Joseph Frowenfeld, as the former on a lively brown colt and the apothecary on a nervy chestnut fell into a gentle, preliminary trot while yet in the rue Royale, looked after by that great admirer of both, Raoul Innerarity.
"Douane ?" said Frowenfeld.

(It was the street we call Custom-house.) "It has mud-holes," objected Honore.
"Well, then, the rue du Canal ?" "The canal--I can smell it from here.

Why not rue Bienville ?" Frowenfeld said he did not know.

(We give the statement for what it is worth.) Notice their route.

A spirit of perversity seems to have entered into the very topography of this quarter.