It is within a foot of the crown of the culvert now, and it is rising." "Curse on the water!" Tuez-les-Moines answered in a frenzied whisper.
"And on this Jezebel.

Let us kill her and him! What matter afterwards ?" And he tried to shake off La Tribe's grasp.
But the minister held him desperately.

"Are you mad?
Are you mad ?" he answered.

"What can we do against thirty?
Let us be gone while we can.
Let us be gone! Come." "Ay, come," Perrot cried, assenting reluctantly.

He had taken no side hitherto.